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I know he and mom didn’t have sex the night before as I had been listening. I suppose it was the magic of that day that made everything so “special” or perhaps it my my memory building upon it. I sniffed out that I was, but it hurt really bad and he asked if we should stop. After that, we got out and dad dried me, paying special attention, of course, to my pussy and breasts. So after he left I shucked my shirt, tossing it to a far corner, kicked off my shoes and peeled off my shorts and panties in one big lump and tossed them to join my shirt. I nodded yes and smiled. I don’t really know, nor do I care ๐ Daddy pressed himself on me and I could feel every hair on his chest and his skin was fire on my own.
