It had been hell at work in this heat. My shirt was soaked in my sweat, and the site had been so busy, I hadn't had chance to even wash my face all day. I drove home, eager to jump in the shower, freshen up before confronting my Miss Hawaiian Tropic Bikini Contest on how lazy she had been since breaking up for the summer from school. Pulling into the drive, she had given me more than enough ammunition, as I stepped through the miller
, the house was a tip. Plates were left dirty, and rubbish all over the kitchen. I made for the stairs, to drag her from her room and make her tidy, but heard the shower. I trudged the steps, and when I hit the landing, the steam hit me. Damn that little bitch! She never Miss Hawaiian Tropic Bikini Contest the militant
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to Miss Hawaiian Tropic Bikini Contest it, but something caught my eye...namely my Miss Hawaiian Tropic Bikini Contest, Angelica. Back to me she was soaping her legs, and boy were they legs! I stood, gobsmaked, my baby showering. I wanted to leave, Miss Hawaiian Tropic Bikini Contest the mesh bikini
, but her rhythm made me stop. Up, down, she moved over her legs like she might have done a fat cock, squeezing and massaging. I felt my own prick harden in my work jeans. Hell, I blushed with shame. I was getting off on my teenage Miss Hawaiian Tropic Bikini Contest. But that body. She was tiny, 5'3, but built so good. She turned, her wet hair sticking down her back. I caught a glimpse of her 34c breasts, her erect nipples as the rinsed the suds away. My cock was so rigid I had to loosen my jeans. I should leave, I kept thinking, but she looked so good in the steam skin glistening. I wanted to masturbate right then. God, this was a site for sore eyes. Ever since Angelica hit puberty she's drawn looks off men including me, but that was fully clothed. Seeing her naked... god. Then she bent over, having dropped the soap or something, and that ass! I couldn't hold off, my hand gripped my prick and I began to roughly jacking myself off. Her hands began to soap her firm globes, kneading the flesh, tracing her cheeky tan lines, rubbing in between her legs, lathering her pussy. I didn't think this could get any better, when she reached for my razor, turned slightly in the bath and began to shave that sweet 18 year old cunny. That was it, I blew my load, shooting over the nearest towel. I bit on my hand to muffle the sound, trying to catch my breath. I don't think she heard me, but I beat a hasty retreat. The glows of orgasm fading, the guilt hit me. I couldn't masturbate over my Babydoll...it was so wrong...but this wasn't the first time. I watched Angelica alot, praying I'd get to glimpse her panties...my wet dreams were realise today, with my beautiful babydoll shaving her twat infront of her father. Yes I'd watched her many times before...this wasn't going to be the last