Cam Girl Ch 4
Right at seven pm exactly he heard her come through the front door. He clicked on the ‘stream’ button and reluctantly, record, as he settled back down onto her bed, with a recently worn thong in his hand, sniffing the triangle where it had recently contained his daughter’s young sex. Ashley walked in the room, appearing to be nervous. She was wearing sweatpants, and a tight v-neck t-shirt that didn’t hide her erect nipples on her softball sized boobs.He had turned the volume on the computer...
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