Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My Dad’s best friend, Rick, thinks I have no idea how horny he is for me. He tries to play it cool and hide his boner every time I prance into the room, but it’s so obvious how weak he is for me. Last night, he was over our house, drinking and playing music in my Dad’s garage. I’m supposed to leave the boys alone while they are playing, but I was bored. I poked my head through the doorway and wiggled my fingers at my Dad, who rolled his eyes and set down his guitar. “What are you doing, Kayla? It’s a school night, you should be in bed.” I pouted out my lips and slipped into the room, wearing my tiny PJ tank top that hugged tight over my growing breasts and showed a lot of my tiny midriff. The matching PJ shorts were a touch too small, and the bottoms of my buttcheeks peeked out under the short hems. I folded my hands together behind my back and swayed side to side, batting my lashes at Daddy.
“But you guys are playing so well, can I just sit and listen for a little bit?”
