Semua Bab Father In Law: Bab 41 - Bab 45

Charlotte:"Daddy, could you please pass the gravy?" It's a classic misconception. Anthony and my father reach for it at the same time. I manage to hide my snicker, but tense silence ensues, with both their hands suspended over the gravy bowl. I never call my father Daddy, but he assumed it was him I was addressing. With everyone at the table staring at them and both of them staring down one another, Anthony regains control of the situation, like he usually does. "Apologies. Sebastian used to call me that often. Took me back to those times."My father, seemingly satisfied with the answer, leaves it be. It's Anthony who passes the gravy in the end. When he does, he squeezes my thigh from underneath the table and I cover my gasp with a cough. I clench my thighs, trapping his hand between them. That squeeze might leave a handprint, but it made me so wet, that my thighs stick together when I unclench them. Anthony's nostrils flare, as if he can smell my arousal. I'm just waiting for

Charlotte:When I wake up the next morning, I feel his morning wood against my back. We're both tangled in each other and I carefully untangle myself. Deciding to wake him up with a morning blowjob, I take him out of his pants and lick from the bottom to tip. When I get it wet enough with my saliva, I suck his balls into my mouth.I rise and put his whole length into my mouth, suctioning my lips around him. When I look at his face, I see he's awake, looking down at me with hooded eyes. God, he's so handsome. Without warning, I feel his bitter cum hit my tongue. Without removing my mouth from him, I lick around his tip. Only when he stops coming, I pull my mouth off him. "Swallow."I do. "Good girl." I blush and get off the bed. Just as I'm about to go into the bathroom, my phone rings and I pick it up. "Dad?""Good morning baby doll.""Good morning.""You know when you were a baby, you looked just like a little doll. With a head full of chocolate hair and wide green eyes that alwa

Charlotte:I groan aloud at the sensation. "That feels so good Tony." I moan. His thumbs press into my arch and I see heaven. "I've been told I'm a good foot masseuse." He smirks at me. My eyes start watering and my lips start wobbling. "By who?"His smirk falls right off. "Of course by you, sunshine. You've told me that almost every day.""Oh, so it's not someone else?" I sniffle. "Of course not. Why would I be giving anyone else foot massages?"I fan my face. "You're right. It's the hormones."He presses his ear against my seven month pregnant belly. "What's my little angel saying today?""She's wants to come out and she's craving a big, juicy Snickers bar.""She craves or her Mama craves?"I roll my eyes at him. "Does it make a difference? Isn't it the same?""Who knew pregnancy could make you this adorable?""Yeah, it's adorable to you. People will probably confuse me for a whale." I start sobbing. "Okay, calm down baby. No one thinks you're a whale and if anyone says tha