FOAMAM Part 6

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FOAMAM Part 6As he walked up the sidewalk towards his home, Steve heard a car slowing up behind him. Slouching his head down between his shoulders, he hoped no one would recognize him on his prowl around the neighborhood. But his hopes were quickly dashed as the car slowed beside him and he heard a young feminine voice say, “Daddy?”Looking over into the car, he saw three very attractive young women, and of course, his daughter Anne was the one hanging out of the passenger side window of the dark blue Toyota Corolla.“What are you doing here?” Steve asked, dumbfounded at the fact that his daughter was the one to see him coming out of a neighbor’s yard and up the street at 2:00 am.“We wanted to get away from campus for the weekend,” Anne replied. “So we packed up and decided to spend a couple of days running around with you guys. Want a ride for half a block?” she grinned.“Sure,” Steve said. He was acutely aware of the fact that his cock hadn’t quite recovered canlı bahis from all of the earlier excitement and tried to slide into the car while minimizing the effect his semi hard shaft was having on the front of his sweat pants.“Dad, this is Gia,” Anne said, indicating the driver of the car.“Hi!” Gia squeaked. The petite brunette half turned to wave at Steve, and then pulled the car back into the street and up the driveway of the Green’s home.Turning to his seat mate, Anne continued, “And Sara, this is my dad, Steve.”“Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Green,” Sara purred. In the darkness, Steve couldn’t be sure, but he thought maybe her eyes flickered down to his crotch as they shook hands. Her soft hand felt very good in his firm grip, and damn it, if his hard on didn’t give a subtle throb against his thigh.“And you as well, Sara. Do you guys need some help getting your stuff in?”“That would be really great, Mr. Green,” Sara said as she climbed bahis siteleri from the car. Her short skirt lifted a little as she got out, flashing Steve with a quick view of the bottom of her naked ass cheeks. “Definitely a thong girl,” Steve thought, losing the battle with his hard on. He quickly grabbed a few of the girls’ bags and, covering his noticeable bulge, helped them get all of their belongings upstairs into Anne’s room.As they sorted their bags and clothing out, Sara turned with a garment bag to Steve and, with a wink no one else could see, asked, ”Mr. Green? Do you have anywhere I can hang this? I thought I saw something sturdy enough earlier, but I forget where.”“Come on, Sara,” Anne called, unknowingly saving her dad. “Just put it in the closet with the others.”“Oh, Okay,” the sultry blonde pouted, and moved to finish putting her stuff away.“Thanks, Dad, for everything,” Ann said, as she pecked Steve on the cheek. “We’ll see you in the güvenilir bahis morning.”“All right, girls. sleep well. See you for breakfast.”Steve padded down the hallway. His mind raced from over stimulation. In fact he was so horny, he couldn’t really decide who to focus his immoral thoughts on. Colleen flashed in front of his eyes, and he remembered their encounter earlier today. As he headed down the stairs, Denise and her offer of a night cap led to thoughts of…. well, let’s be honest. Had he gone with her, there might have been no need for night caps, as he thought about the many ways they might have kept each other up all night.Reaching the kitchen, and getting a glass of water, Steve’s throbbing cock finally convinced his brain that, yes, he did indeed have a couple of very hot, young, nubile women under his own roof. Man, oh man! Steve went in and settled down in front of SportsCenter with thoughts of wild women dancing through his brain. But the mind numbing flood of sports quickly pushed aside his carnal thoughts“Uh, oh.” he yawned, after the recap of the fourth NBA game of the night, “I am kind of tired. Maybe I ought to go on up to bed, or maybe…”

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