BurningMonkey
TheMan In TheMirror
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Tom stepped into the shower, smiling at the sight of Candy with the warm water cascading over her lithe young body. He'd often showered with Margo, her mother, but showering with his naked daughter was a novel experience--a very pleasant one.
He reached for the washcloth, soaped it, and began slowly and sensuously drawing it over her skin: back, shoulders, arms, over her ass, down her legs..."Turn around, now," he instructed, and proceeded to slowly and lovingly wash her front, paying particular attention to her firm, young breasts with their nipples beginning to pucker again under his attentions. He worked his way down her legs and finally slowly up the insides of her thighs, spending long minutes caressing her smooth sex with the slippery soft cloth.
As he was doing this he pulled her closer and planted a warm, passionate, slow kiss on her lips. When he finally broke, he stepped back and handed her the soapy cloth. "Your turn," he said a little raggedly. Spending all that attention on her soft, firm, ripe body had his flagpole standing proudly again...
He reached for the washcloth, soaped it, and began slowly and sensuously drawing it over her skin: back, shoulders, arms, over her ass, down her legs..."Turn around, now," he instructed, and proceeded to slowly and lovingly wash her front, paying particular attention to her firm, young breasts with their nipples beginning to pucker again under his attentions. He worked his way down her legs and finally slowly up the insides of her thighs, spending long minutes caressing her smooth sex with the slippery soft cloth.
As he was doing this he pulled her closer and planted a warm, passionate, slow kiss on her lips. When he finally broke, he stepped back and handed her the soapy cloth. "Your turn," he said a little raggedly. Spending all that attention on her soft, firm, ripe body had his flagpole standing proudly again...