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David’s head jerked up. That was bad, he almost fell asleep in front of the TV. He looked down and saw Sarah fast asleep wrapped around his arm, a bit drool dribbling down from her mouth and onto his shirt.“Hey Sare-Bear,” he nudged her with his free hand. “Time for us to hit the hay.”

“Jim, we can’t fuck here, not now,” she protested, yet turning to the wall and bending over cooperatively. For the first time I was face to face with her very wet pussy and got my first look at her light brown asshole.

With her head now closer she realised what she had inadvertently been getting dangerously closer to. Right beneath his pubic hair her father’s penis lay across his thigh, the business end pointing right in her direction. Sarah had seen a few penises when looking at porn and even her own father’s penis when she was a little girl in the showers at the pool, but seeing it now, so close and feeling the way she did took her breath away. Though smaller than in any of the pornos it was no slouch in thickness department, and it seemed to be barely hard at the moment. And unlike any of the shaved ones she saw in porn it was covered in a bush of pubic hair. Something about it made it seem so real! Which Sarah realised was a stupid thought. Of course it was real. It was her father’s real penis and balls right in front of her face. What was she expecting to find?