As this creature's reality becomes so very apparent to the pulsing flesh peering from his loosely wrapped terry robe he sits down gently on the edge of her bed brushing the long soft strands of hair from her face as she sleeps quietly on her stomach breathing softly, her mouth a small delicate "oh" in the pre-dawn quiet.As this creature's reality becomes so very apparent to the pulsing flesh peering from his loosely wrapped terry robe he sits down gently on the edge of her bed brushing the long soft strands of hair from her face as she sleeps quietly on her stomach breathing softly, her mouth a small delicate "oh" in the pre-dawn quiet. Gently, very gently, he shifts so he is stroking her hair, running his hand down the back of her oversized Garfield nightie, slowly drawing the sheets away from her body, revealing strong tanned legs splayed casually in sleep one knee drawn towards her chest so that when he draws her nightie up her beautiful plump pussy is just barely exposed. Her round white buttocks, a perfect tan-line arcing high across her hip bone, a perfect transition line of brown and white drawn across her back at the very point where her buttocks begin to part, his dancing penis wills his fore-finger to collect the dewy dribble of pre-cum oozing from its eye and trace the border-line from the cleft of her plump young pussy across her hip. She rouses, startled, when his moist, large rough finger pushes at the sensitive flesh of her sex, tracing outward along the crease where buttock meets leg, rolling onto her side, his finger jerked away from the sweet spot; the penis driving these actions starts nervously, shrinks in fear to hide beneath the folds of his opened robe. She smiles sleepily, glancing over at the child sleeping soundly in the bed barely an arm's length away. "Daddy" The penis, re-assured, convinces him to press his advantage and he leans over her, pushing gently on her hip so that she is lying on her back, his hand moves slowly, gently, pulling up the night-dress, exposing her plump smooth sex to the cool morning air as his body leans over her, shifting, placing his scratchy lips against her warm forehead, leaning over her, resting on his elbow brushing the hair from her face, drawing his lips lovingly down the bridge of her nose, his rough thumb reaching between the triangle of her sex easily finding the pleasure button, pushing insistently at it with his thumb as the rest of his fingers push between her legs now parting invitingly as the little kernel of pleasure at the top of her young hairless gash hardens almost imperceptibly his mouth covers hers, his tongue probes between her lips, gliding along the roof of her mouth the soft pink sides of her cheeks so smooth and moist like the tender new skin hidden, buried between her legs. |