1. Lesley part 33


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Mature, Author: Les1111, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Geordie Ridley let himself into his 'daughter' Lesley's house, calling out her name as he entered. It was 730am and he was there to let her go food shopping before starting work at 11. He was tired, but tried his best not to show it, doing his utmost to support her with bringing up the boys with the lack of a father figure. He shouted again, but couldn't be heard over the noise of a radio and the running water of a bath being run. She was always late. He put the kettle on, popped some bread in the toaster, and sat at the kitchen table, observing the room he sat in. In years gone by they had had many meals and chats at this table. He couldn't remember any of them. All he could see now, at this table, was Lesley bent over it getting pounded by faceless men as she screamed orgasm after orgasm. She had changed, recently, and not for the better, he thought. She had taken her eye off the ball, f****y wise, and seemed more taken, with sex being her dominant factor. She was telling him things that weren't right, and he didn't like it. He should confront her and sort it out, but he wasn't strong enough and could only decide to be there for her when it went tits up. And it would. He knew she wasn't working night shift tomorrow night and was meeting some man for sex, but, why wouldn't she tell him. There had to be a reason. He would be so happy if she was in a steady relationship, but he knew this, or any of the other things going on in her current life, were not capable of being ...
    lasting. They were just thrills, that weren't possibly lasting. He knew the signs. All of them. She was getting sex regularly, of that he was positive, probably by more than one man, and this Friday night jaunt was just another one. He knew, Lesley, had gone a long time without a man friend and he didn't begrudge her some fun, but she now seemed so secretive about everything and that scared him. He was also worried about his own thoughts and how he was constantly getting a hard on while thinking about her getting cock. He used her soiled underwear regularly while masturbating and could only get it up when his cock was wrapped in her knickers. He'd found her sex toys years ago, and checked on them regularly to see how often she used them. They were rarely in the same position two days running. Recently they'd hardly been moved. She was getting kicks elsewhere. Probably over the table he was sitting at. The toast popped up, bringing him back to the present, and he buttered it, and put some strawberry jam on. Lesley's favourite. He brewed the tea, and put the toast and tea on a tray and proceeded to take them upstairs for his daughter to have after her bath. Still spooling her at nearly 50. That's what dads do...even if he wasn't her biological dad. &#034Lesley.....breakfast....I'll put it in your bedroom!&#034 &#034Thanks dad....be out in a second....running late. Oh....hold on....just put it outside the bathroom door....I'll have it in here&#034 &#034Ok....I'll go back down...see ...
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