It looks arguably innocent - opening his shirt to keep cool in the heat, head dropped, not looking around to see if anyone is admiring him. But I know my dad, and I know this is intentional. He knows fine well my bus is pulling in, and this is his way of welcoming me home. He’s letting me see part of what I’ve been missing during my week away. He’s letting me know he’s missed me as well, and that I’m in for one hell of a weekend - a non-stop riot of incestuous sex, with that God given man I have for a father fucking my brains out between bouts of being worshipped by my adoring tongue.
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AuthorSome Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy Archives
May 2020
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