1. The Unforgettable Jemima


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Asian, Erotica, Incest, Reluctance, Teen, Young, Author: faeuxx, Rating: 87.2, Source: sexstories.com

    “Dad,you haven't forgotten that my friend Jemima is staying over for the weekend, have you?” Sara reminded her father that morning. “Course not. Jemima? Have I met her before?” Paul, her dad, asked. “No, but I went to her sixteenth last month, remember?” “Um, yes, I remember now.” “She's nice, you'll like her. Later.” She skipped out of the door and off to school. Paul made a mental note that there would be another for dinner since he had forgotten. He would, however, not forgot Jemima again. *** He heard the front door slam as he busied himself in the kitchen, making dinner. It was just gone four that Friday afternoon. “Dad?” he heard his daughter call. “Dad?” “In the kitchen.” Sara came in, her usual effervescent self. “Dad, look who I brought.” From behind Sara her friend stepped into the room, the sunlight streaming in from the window, catching her in its golden beams. She stood a little taller than Sara. Her deep brown eyes darted about the room as she took in her surroundings. A small, cute nose, thin lips, and lightly rouged cheeks completed her beautiful Asian features. She had long black wavy hair, snaking over her shoulders and down her burgundy-coloured blazer, which had the school emblem about where the heart is. The blazer hugged her slim figure, over the curve of her small tits, and to her waist. A short, pleated grey skirt showed off her long, smooth legs. Skirt was an over-statement however, there was barely any material there at all. A pair of white socks ...
    and black shoes finished her outfit. Paul couldn't help but feel a stirring in his groin at the sight of her. “Dad,” Sara said, coming to stand by him, “don't stare.” He hadn't realised he had been. He licked his dry lips and fumbled for words. Your friend is fucking gorgeous, he wanted to say. Instead, “Welcome, Jemima,” emerged from his lips. “Thank you for having me, Mr Quincy” she replied politely. “Please, call me Paul.” “Sure thing, Paul. Sara never said she had such a handsome father.” He blushed and Sara chided her friend, “Don't tease, Jem.” Jemima smiled, a little mischievously Paul thought. “I'm only joking, obviously,” she said with a wink. “Dinner ready soon, Dad?” “Ten minutes.” The two girls disappeared upstairs and Paul realised he had a full erection as he stirred the boiling pasta - images of Jemima lingered in his memory, a not unpleasant experience. She's your daughter's school friend, he reminded himself reluctantly though. Look but don't touch. *** They returned shortly, giggling about something. Paul had just finished putting the plates and cutlery on the kitchen table. Sara had put on tee shirt and black leggings. Jemima was wearing a sleeveless lemon-coloured blouse and fashionable short denim skirt. Paul tried not to stare but couldn't stop himself from peeking at her when he got the opportunity. Well, I'm only human, he thought in justification. “Drink?” Sara asked her friend. “Got any juice?” Sara checked the cupboard. “Orange or blackcurrant.” ...
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