I’m not a ‘BAD DAD’. There’s nothing wrong with wandering around the house bare-chested. At least I’ve got some jeans on, which is more than I can say for my son. The filthy rascal is lying face down on the couch wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Now that’s what I call bad. Although it looks really good, and I can feel my cock bloating with blood. Now he’s swaying his butt in obvious invite while leering at his father. Oh well. I suppose as my dick will soon be solid, I might as well oblige him. Only a ‘BAD DAD’ would walk away and leave the boy frustrated.
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May 2020
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