by Andi Simms
The couch was in the middle of the room. It should be safe, but….
Annie sat too and leaned against me, fondling my breasts and plucking at my nipples through my tank top. “I want you again… we don’t have to tell James. But… I’ve always wondered… is my dad as good as his son is?”
I had to squeeze my legs tight, but I glanced toward the far corner of the house where I could hear the shower running.
With a smile I hoped she understood, I kissed her, biting her delicious lips. “He’s better.”
A little squeal escaped her as she hopped to her feet and once again, dragged me down the hall.
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© 2019 Andi Simms
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.