Craving My Dad's Best Friend

sleeveless shirt and I'm not wearing a brassiere. Josh licked his lips deliberately. The tip of his tongue going back and forth and I can swear that I heard a low grunt f

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ling to show me willingly. The temptation is s

. You can't bl

y body filled wit

ping back and putting distance between us. He saw t

I realized what he

't believe I was eager to see him undress. I swear I have n

m it and he laughe

riving all day" I say heading In the

don't want to see?

ed back to l

e without my permissio

, I need to calm my racing heart. I'm alone now but hotter than ever. I still

ol your dirty mind. My subconscious chipped in. This is entirely a bad idea. I still have to stay alone with him for the n

or over a minute still dressed, I quic

and imagined he is here with me too. I let the water cascade over me and rub the bar against my hands, my chest, and lower down my inner thigh. The bubbles tickle my skin. I picked up the sponge that's still damp and pretended it's his hand while I rubbed it up my body

k. K

nnie?" Josh asked bringin

ice. If only he hadn't knocked but looked he would have seen what

e do? Will

his words f

e without my permissio

my knees begging for his touch? Or will he lay me on h

check since I can't hear

? I then remembered that his room is just

lied, not knowing what else to do. Josh didn't say anything b

choice than to was

I'm having about my dad's best friend. I definitely can't be thinking of him that way if I'll be spending the whole night alone and camped

him spooning me from behind. I got out of the tub t

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my car outside in the gara