Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
And goddamn she smells divine too. She must have bought some brand-new European perfume while she was out there. I try not to get lost in the moment, but fuck if I couldn’t hold her here like this with my eyes closed and just breathe in her magnificence while the blood flows into my cock.
I gently break the hug and take a step back. “Hey, honey.” I smile, doing my best to keep my composure. I notice her friend, Sarah, is standing beside her with her luggage. “Oh hey, Sarah. How are you doing?”
“Hey, Mr. C.” Sarah smiles back. “My parents aren’t gonna be back for like an hour, so Mandy said you wouldn’t mind if I just hung out here for a bit.”
“Yeah, that’s no problem,” I reply. “Come on in.”
Normally, I’d be a bit annoyed by Mandy bringing someone over like this without asking me first. There are rules in my house, and she’s expected to abide by them, but today I’m actually relieved. Having Sarah here will help ease some of the tension of having Mandy back and maybe keep my mind (and eyes) off how goddamn sexy she’s looking.
But of course the first thing I notice as the girls step through the foyer is Mandy’s ass and just how it jiggles in the olive green yoga pants she’s wearing. Is it possible she’s somehow gotten hotter since the last time I saw her? I mean, it’s only been two weeks.
“So you girls have a good time?” I ask. I’ve got to do anything to get a conversation started and get my mind off her ridiculous curves. “I hear it’s gorgeous where you were.”
“Oh, so beautiful!” Sarah groans. “I can’t even.”
“It was amazing, Daddy.” Mandy smiles. “I’ll tell you all about it, but first, do you mind if I borrow some shorts and a shirt of yours to wear? All my clothes need to go into the wash—including what I’m wearing.”
“Of course, honey. Grab whatever you’d like,” I say.
Mandy’s face lights up, she lets out a tiny little squeak and leans in and kisses me on the cheek before skipping off upstairs in the direction of my room. It takes everything I have in me to keep my eyes from snapping to her sweet little ass as she mounts the steps. The older she gets, the thicker and more sculpted that thing has gotten, and the harder it’s been for me to think of other things while I’m lying at night with my cock in my hands.
Instead, I turn to Sarah and smile. “So your folks abandoned you, huh?” I joke, knowing Sarah’s humor. She cracks up laughing and nods.
“Yeah, I guess they figured they’d just dump me off on you. Too bad for them I’m already eighteen or you could have adopted me too!”
“Oh, I didn’t officially adopt Mandy,” I reply. “I was just her legal guardian.”
“Ah, I see.” Sarah nods. “I didn’t even know there was a difference.”
This whole conversation is putting me crazy on edge. Just having Mandy back in the house is bad enough, but now discussing my guardianship over her with all these thoughts running around in my mind has me feeling like a bad, bad man—and the more I look at Sarah, the more I’m starting to think that she knows exactly what I’m thinking about Mandy.
“How’s this, Daddy?” Mandy’s voice from the top of the stairwell instantly snatches my attention away, and I turn to see her in a pair of my gym shorts that she’s folded over several times to make fit her and one of my T-shirts that she’s rolled up at the sleeves. It’s an outfit that really should not be sexy, but on her, it’s absolutely killer.
I don’t even know what to say as she comes down the stairs, so I just crack a dumb joke. “Looks like you’re ready to play some tennis.”
Mandy smiles as she jumps the last two steps and lands beside me, causing her rack to bounce beneath my shirt. She flicks her eyes to Sarah. “What do you think? Should I show him?” she asks devilishly. Sarah bites her lip and nods.
“Show me? Show me what?” Mandy puts her arms behind her and twists mischievously. She’s never looked more adorable, but whatever it is she wants to say, she’s hesitant about it.
“What is it?” I press her. “What do you want to show me?”
“Okay, but you have to promise me you won’t be mad, okay?” she replies, stepping closer. My chest goes tense. Mad? What could she have to show me that would make me mad?
“Okay,” I reply slowly. “I promise.”
“He’s gonna like it, Mandy,” Sarah snickers. “Just show him.”
“All right!” Mandy giggles. She steps forward so she’s standing just a few inches in front of me, so close that I can smell her sweet European perfume and feel the heat radiating off of her body. Her tits are so perfect that even in my T-shirt, they are sculpting the fabric around their sweet curves. It’s unbelievable how sexy she is. I’m surprised she wasn’t offered a modeling job while she was over there.