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making loud splashing noises iub.

“From the looks of it, I’d say it was on its way to being even bigger,” he

“Look, Dad, I think it’s almost as big as yours now,” I said with a grin.

building up inside me.

Dad came in to shave, and my horny teendick sprung up to its full seven

After Dad left for work, I

never fet the m that summer of ’62 when I was taking a bath.

er at the sink, our sides toug, feeling the cold

“OK, Dad,” I said, relutly letting go of my urgently throbbing

rearing up from it nearly sent me over the edge as I pounded my teenrod,

expertly. Sometimes he would catch my eyes in the mirror and throw me

shaving, getting more and more aroused as the tingly feelings started

Nothing used to give me a hardon like watg my father shave. I’ll

porcelain against our balls. But mostly I just liked to watch him, studying

inches fast enough to poke a. Dad saluted it and I returhe

a wink, and I’d blush and feel my heart qui every time.

loved my father’s big mase bush and the sight of his thick ere

baby-maker was swelling up from its dark of thick, soft pubic hair. I

gesture, saluting from the head of my diother little ritual of ours.

“Standing proud, soldier,” he always said when I threw a bone.

replied. I played with my boner for a few moments while Dad finished

“Save it, slugger,” said Dad. “Save it for later. I’ll e home early and

his face as he trated on what he was doing, patiently, methodically,

Dad was aware of what I was doing, and pretty soon his own heavy

we’ll both blow off a couple of nice big loads.”