![]() #LATE NIGHT QUICKY SKIN#He stood almost directly over her, trying not to be obvious while he took in the clear view of her tits, the soft skin of her bosom calling out to him hypnotically. "Yeah, I feel you there," Harold said, finishing off the glass, though he didn't move away. "The hormones sort of run wild, and they can drive a girl crazy if she doesn't have a release." Pursing her lips, Eileen rubbed her knees together, searching for an angle to scratch the growing itch. Harold took another gulp, looking at her questioningly. "You know, pregnancy does weird things to a woman's body." She began hesitantly. She touched his chest through his t-shirt, and the feel of his muscular body next to her tiny frame made her feel that special warmth, and not the kind a girl usually gets from her dad. His growl only made her eyes widen, her suspicions now confirmed. "My coming home has put Mom back into deep freeze, huh?" The single grunt that formed Harold's reply elicited a bright smile from her. "Mom not being cooperative again?" she asked slyly. His hand brushed against hers as he took hold of the glass, and he caught her eyes watching him intently as he took a long drink. #LATE NIGHT QUICKY FULL#Eileen poured the glass full of milk, holding it up for him. Three months of exile from his wife's sweet embrace had taken its toll, and he wasn't sure how much more he could endure. Shutting the fridge Harold moved to her side, his hair standing on end as he could smell the soft scents of her shampoo and the lotion she rubbed on her belly. "Here let me pour you a glass," she offered. "I'm making some milk," Eileen joked, her hand sliding over her burgeoning breast, "but it won't be ready for a while." She could feel his eyes upon her, the familiar feel of a man looking her over sent the usual thrill through her body, the growing tingle in her pussy not caring that it was her daddy. ![]() ![]() His voice trailed off as he continued to drink in the vision of her, his cock beginning to push out against the soft material of his boxers, his fingers scratching idly and jostling his growing hardness. "Well, I came down for some milk," Harold said slowly. Her crystal blue eyes locked on his, and she flashed him that lilting smile that made every man think she was considering taking him to bed, not even Harold was immune to her considerable charms. "Looking for something, daddy?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. Two years out of high school and she was back home, the father of her baby nameless and long gone. The baby three months in the works, residing just beneath the surface, was the reason she had returned home and thrown the wrench in his plans for the empty nest. His eyes worked higher, to the round swell of her belly. Her well-toned legs and mouth-watering ass, the cheeks of which peeked out from under the hem of the shirt, all conspired to send the blood to his lower head. Rubbing his face, Harold took in the sight of her, his body reacting swiftly to the forbidden desires that were never far from the surface when she was around. The cold light of the refrigerator illuminated her lush figure, the over-sized t-shirt hiding her growing belly but not her breasts and the hard nipples making large round points in the cotton. Looking up, he saw his daughter, Eileen, standing at the counter. His fingers didn't close on the expected object though, with a grunt, he looked to see that it was missing sure it was there a few hours earlier. With a weary grimace, Harold opened the fridge, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he reached for the carton of milk. I know it was probably a combination of be being afraid of driving in shit weather/the dark but I live in NY and that was far from bad weather.Once again, special thanks to Ciguardian for his invaluable insights and his editing. ![]() I've never had such fear come over me while driving. An hour later some girl I knew from the ER posted "RIP -name-_" (which pissed me off because that was the worst HIPAA violation I've ever seen.) A friend of mine from elementary school (small Catholic school K-8 gr) was in a car accident on that same road and died while I was driving. 20 min later I had to pull over for an ambulance. I got home and still felt funny but I thought I was just being paranoid. I took this road I don't usually take home because it's a main road but sort of out in the country so there's quite a bit of traffic and quite a bit of deer.Īll of a sudden I had this really horrible feeling of being afraid and I thought my car was going to slide even though I was going incredibly slow. There wasn't a ton of snow but it was very cold outside so it became icy very quickly. ![]() A couple of years ago when we got the first snowfall, I was driving home and suddenly became irrationally afraid of getting into a car accident. ![]()
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