My dad’s a bit of a handyman, and I’ve started to help him in the workshop. Not that I’m much help, especially when Dad takes his shirt off. All I can do is stare at his fabulous butch hairy chest. It’s a bit of a distraction to say the least. But Dad doesn’t seem to mind. Not does he mind me distracting him by pulling my jeans down and showing him my ass. It’s why he told me to start helping him in the first place. So he could show me how handy he is when it comes to doing some screwing with the big daddy tool he packs.
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy