One of my favorite times was when I would come into the kitchen in the morning, and Chelsea would have on nothing but a little tee shirt or shorty nightgown that only came to the base of her buttocks. Big cock Chelsea thrust her hips up to meet me, and tried to force it even deeper, so I held still and let her work herself onto my cock, as deep as she was comfortable. I lay her on her back, and began to slowly kiss down her front until I was licking her pussy. Chelsea noticed me staring, and didn’t seem to mind; in fact, she seemed to make sure I got a good look by not making any effort to hide herself. May I watch you?” I was stunned, but excited, at the same time. Daughter’s Accident
When Chelsea was nine, her mother died of cancer, and I was left to raise her alone.
