I’ve been reading the forum for a long time as a guest and finally decided to tell my story.
I am now 28 years old. My story began when I was just a baby and I don’t remember the details very well. I was never afraid or embarrassed of my dad. I could run around in my panties at home, because it was always warm, and my dad spanked my butt very affectionately. Dad worked the night shift, so he slept during the day and was at home with me while mom was at work. I was strictly forbidden to enter my dad’s room while he was sleeping, but sometimes I came to wake him up. I climbed under the blanket and he stroked me. I must say that I am an only child and an early one. I was 4, he was 24, the first episode that stuck in my memory. I climbed up to him in a nightie without panties. In the morning we sometimes fooled around and he kissed me. When he lifted the nightie, he was surprised that I was without panties and kissed my tummy. He kissed and stroked his hands, and then said "oh" and went to the restroom. It seemed that it was longer than usual. Because first in the morning he would close for a short time, and then call me to brush my teeth together. There was nothing for a long time, but he told me not to forget to put on my panties. When I was 9 years old, I saw him in the bathroom looking at my first bra. He kneaded it in his hands for a long time, and then pressed it to his face and smelled it. At this age I already began to feel shy about him. He never criticized me, he continued to pamper and squeeze me. It doesn’t hurt at all. Very gently, but powerfully and warmly pressing you to yourself. At the age of 17, I already considered myself an adult and began to pay attention to him as a man. He always played sports, fit, with a beautiful figure... I began to have fantasies not only about guys I knew or stars, but about him too. More and more often in my memory there were episodes where he somehow looked at me, stroked me somewhere, squeezed me somehow too playfully that I began to leak. By this time, dad already had his own business and he went to work on a free schedule, but still early in the morning more often while I was at school. Mom stopped going to work and went to pursue her hobbies instead. Now dad had more free time after lunch when I was at home. One day we went to the park with him, he took a photo standing a couple of steps above me. He said the photo was bad and didn’t show it to me. Later I found this photo in his laptop. There was a very deep neckline and almost everything outward was clearly visible from above. By then I was already size 4 and my dad had something to look at.
I saw the photo almost by accident. I urgently needed to print something for school and I went into his laptop because it was connected to a printer. There was a “mine” folder on the desktop and I wondered what it was. There were many photos of me there that could be called attractive. Somewhere I was standing in the kitchen and he took off my ass in shorts. Somewhere in my dream I stuck my leg out from under the blanket. And only my photos. Then I realized that I’m not the only one fantasizing about him. But I didn’t know how to push him. Then I started dressing more provocatively at home, so that the outlines of my body were less hidden from him. And she started calling him nothing other than “daddy.” Unfortunately, my attempts were unsuccessful. Only in the folder "mine" there are more photos. At the age of 20, I left to live separately. I started coming only on holidays. Naturally, I had guys, he knew about them and had nothing against them. He always asked if I felt happy with this or that boy. When he asked this, I wanted to sit on his lap at that very moment and purr, saying that I really wanted him. This continued until recently. A year ago, I came to stay for a couple of days on New Year’s Day. We had fun, talked, but at some point I got tired of talking and went to the room where the bed was prepared for me to get stuck on the phone. That’s how I fell asleep. I woke up to the fact that they were waking me up at midnight to celebrate the New Year. Then I noticed that the phone was lying on the shelf, where it would be inconvenient for me to put it while on the bed and despite the fact that I had to fall asleep with the phone in my hands or next to it. Daddy didn’t take his eyes off me all night and I realized what had happened. In the morning, while everyone was sleeping, I went into his laptop and found (of course, not on the desktop) the “mine” folder. But only the photos there were freshly downloaded from my phone. A photo of me squirting with my huge tits and sticking my fingers in holes.
I decided to act. My daddy is still fit, active and just smells awesome. Now I knew for sure that he wanted me. At lunchtime, mom went to grandma’s to congratulate her on the new occasion, and daddy was still lying in bed. Then, as in childhood, I slid under the blanket with him in a long T-shirt (his T-shirt) that they gave me to sleep with. He was very surprised by this turn of events, but tried to pretend that everything was in order. Then I remembered how, as a child, he kissed my tummy. He very willingly reached under his T-shirt, and I was without panties. He asked if I really wanted him to kiss my belly and I said that daddy knows better what his girl wants. He attacked me like an animal. First he kissed her lips, then her tits, her pussy. He was already moaning, he liked it so much to finally press his face against my slit. Then I couldn’t resist and asked to come inside me.
The first time was very gentle. Over time, I showed him that I love harder. He reacted with enthusiasm. He always wanted to spank and fuck my meaty ass. We began to fuck several times every day, arriving at the apartment on the left, so that neither my neighbors nor my parents would get burned by the fact that we were fucking like rabbits. I don’t hold back and scream under him, whine and take it in all holes, and especially love it in my mouth. When daddy relaxes in the chair, I love to jerk him off and lick his balls, crotch and anus. With my daddy, I learned how to give a throat blowjob and I make him happy every day. A couple of times he even took pictures of me with a dick in my mouth. And there is also a photo where he inserts it into my pussy.
We fuck in parks, cafe restrooms, locker rooms. He stops to jerk me off in an elevator, a taxi, under a table in a bar... Once he even came to my work to lock himself in his office and fuck me on the table.
I have become a full-fledged daddy’s pacifier. I am very flattered that he pours two portions of sperm into my depraved mouth per evening.
But I have one more fantasy... I’ll tell you in the next topic.
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I’ve been reading the forum for a long time as a guest and finally decided to tell my story. I am now 28 years old. My story began when I was just a baby and I don’t remember the details very well. I was never afraid or embarrassed of my dad. I could run around in my panties at home, because it was always warm, and my dad spanked my butt very affectionately. Dad worked the night shift, so he slept during the day and was at home with me while mom was at work. I was strictly forbidden to enter my dad’s room while he was sleeping, but sometimes I came to wake him up. I climbed under the blanket and he stroked me. I must say that I am an only child and an early one. I was 4, he was 24, the first episode that stuck in my memory. I climbed up to :cat2: him in a nightie without panties. In the morning we sometimes fooled around and he kissed me. When he lifted the nightie, he was surprised that I was without panties and kissed my tummy. He kissed and stroked his hands, and then said "oh" and went to the restroom. It seemed that it was longer than usual. Because first in the morning he would close for a short time, and then call me to brush my teeth together. There was nothing for a long time, but he told me not to forget to put on my panties. When I was 9 years old, I saw him in the bathroom looking at my first bra. He kneaded it in his hands for a long time, and then pressed it to his face and smelled it. At this age I already began to feel shy about him. He never criticized me, he continued to pamper and squeeze me. It doesn’t hurt at all. Very gently, but powerfully and warmly pressing you to yourself. At the age of 17, I already considered myself an adult and began to pay attention to him as a man. He always played sports, fit, with a beautiful figure... I began to have fantasies not only about guys I knew or stars, but about him too. More and more often in my memory there were episodes where he somehow looked at me, stroked me somewhere, squeezed me somehow too playfully that I began to leak. By this time, dad already had his own business and he went to work on a free schedule, but still early in the morning more often while I was at school. Mom stopped going to work and went to pursue her hobbies instead. Now dad had more free time after lunch when I was at home. One day we went to the park with him, he took a photo standing a couple of steps above me. He said the photo was bad and didn’t show it to me. Later I found this photo in his laptop. There was a very deep neckline and almost everything outward was clearly visible from above. By then I was already size 4 and my dad had something to look at. I saw the photo almost by accident. I urgently needed to print something for school and I went into his laptop because it was connected to a printer. There was a “mine” folder on the desktop and I wondered what it was. There were many photos of me there that could be called attractive. Somewhere I was standing in the kitchen and he took off my ass in shorts. Somewhere in my dream I stuck my leg out from under the blanket. And only my photos. Then I realized that I’m not the only one fantasizing about him. But I didn’t know how to push him. Then I started dressing more provocatively at home, so that the outlines of my body were less hidden from him. And she started calling him nothing other than “daddy.” Unfortunately, my attempts were unsuccessful. Only in the folder "mine" there are more photos. At the age of 20, I left to live separately. I started coming only on holidays. Naturally, I had guys, he knew about them and had nothing against them. He always asked if I felt happy with this or that boy. When he asked this, I wanted to sit on his lap at that very moment and purr, saying that I really wanted him. This continued until recently. A year ago, I came to stay for a couple of days on New Year’s Day. We had fun, talked, but at some point I got tired of talking and went to the room where the bed was prepared for me to get stuck on the phone. That’s how I fell asleep. I woke up to the fact that they were waking me up at midnight to celebrate the New Year. Then I noticed that the phone was lying on the shelf, where it would be inconvenient for me to put it while on the bed and despite the fact that I had to fall asleep with the phone in my hands or next to it. Daddy didn’t take his eyes off me all night and I realized what had happened. In the morning, while everyone was sleeping, I went into his laptop and found (of course, not on the desktop) the “mine” folder. But only the photos there were freshly downloaded from my phone. A photo of me squirting with my huge tits and sticking my fingers in holes. I decided to act. My daddy is still fit, active and just smells awesome. Now I knew for sure that he wanted me. At lunchtime, mom went to grandma’s to congratulate her on the new occasion, and daddy was still lying in bed. Then, as in childhood, I slid under the blanket with him in a long T-shirt (his T-shirt) that they gave me to sleep with. He was very surprised by this turn of events, but tried to pretend that everything was in order. Then I remembered how, as a child, he kissed my tummy. He very willingly reached under his T-shirt, and I was without panties. He asked if I really wanted him to kiss my belly and I said that daddy knows better what his girl wants. He attacked me like an animal. First he kissed her lips, then her tits, her pussy. He was already moaning, he liked it so much to finally press his face against my slit. Then I couldn’t resist and asked to come inside me. The first time was very gentle. Over time, I showed him that I love harder. He reacted with enthusiasm. He always wanted to spank and fuck my meaty ass. We began to fuck several times every day, arriving at the apartment on the left, so that neither my neighbors nor my parents would get burned by the fact that we were fucking like rabbits. I don’t hold back and scream under him, whine and take it in all holes, and especially love it in my mouth. When daddy relaxes in the chair, I love to jerk him off and lick his balls, crotch and anus. With my daddy, I learned how to give a throat blowjob and I make him happy every day. A couple of times he even took pictures of me with a dick in my mouth. And there is also a photo where he inserts it into my pussy. We fuck in parks, cafe restrooms, locker rooms. He stops to jerk me off in an elevator, a taxi, under a table in a bar... Once he even came to my work to lock himself in his office and fuck me on the table. I have become a full-fledged daddy’s pacifier. I am very flattered that he pours two portions of sperm into my depraved mouth per evening. But I have one more fantasy... I’ll tell you in the next topic.
20 years old, size 4... What are you doing? On this forum, they start communicating with dads in the sixth grade and with one-and-a-half breasts :daypyat:
What is written in parentheses in the title? Absolutely anything can happen on this forum, there is someone who likes it, what kind of reproaches are there?
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What is written in parentheses in the title? Absolutely anything can happen on this forum, there is someone who likes it, what kind of reproaches are there?
Papochkina: 10 Dec 2022, 17:34
I’ve been reading the forum as a guest for a long time and finally decided to tell my story.
I am now 28 years old. My story began when I was just a baby and I don’t remember the details very well. I was never afraid or embarrassed of my dad. I could run around in my panties at home, because it was always warm, and my dad spanked my butt very affectionately. Dad worked the night shift, so he slept during the day and was at home with me while mom was at work. I was strictly forbidden to enter my dad’s room while he was sleeping, but sometimes I came to wake him up. I climbed under the blanket and he stroked me. I must say that I am an only child and an early one. I was 4, he was 24, the first episode that stuck in my memory. I climbed up to him in a nightie without panties. In the morning we sometimes fooled around and he kissed me. When he lifted the nightie, he was surprised that I was without panties and kissed my tummy. He kissed and stroked his hands, and then said "oh" and went to the restroom. It seemed that it was longer than usual. Because first in the morning he would close for a short time, and then call me to brush my teeth together. There was nothing for a long time, but he told me not to forget to put on my panties. When I was 9 years old, I saw him in the bathroom looking at my first bra. He kneaded it in his hands for a long time, and then pressed it to his face and smelled it. At this age I already began to feel shy about him. He never criticized me, he continued to pamper and squeeze me. It doesn’t hurt at all. Very gently, but powerfully and warmly pressing you to yourself. At the age of 17, I already considered myself an adult and began to pay attention to him as a man. He always played sports, fit, with a beautiful figure... I began to have fantasies not only about guys I knew or stars, but about him too. More and more often in my memory there were episodes where he somehow looked at me, stroked me somewhere, squeezed me somehow too playfully that I began to leak. By this time, dad already had his own business and he went to work on a free schedule, but still early in the morning more often while I was at school. Mom stopped going to work and went to pursue her hobbies instead. Now dad had more free time after lunch when I was at home. One day we went to the park with him, he took a photo standing a couple of steps above me. He said the photo was bad and didn’t show it to me. Later I found this photo in his laptop. There was a very deep neckline and almost everything outward was clearly visible from above. By then I was already size 4 and my dad had something to look at.
I saw the photo almost by accident. I urgently needed to print something for school and I went into his laptop because it was connected to a printer. There was a “mine” folder on the desktop and I wondered what it was. There were many photos of me there that could be called attractive. Somewhere I was standing in the kitchen and he took off my ass in shorts. Somewhere in my dream I stuck my leg out from under the blanket. And only my photos. Then I realized that I’m not the only one fantasizing about him. But I didn’t know how to push him. Then I started dressing more provocatively at home, so that the outlines of my body were less hidden from him. And she started calling him nothing other than “daddy.” Unfortunately, my attempts were unsuccessful. Only in the folder "mine" there are more photos. At the age of 20, I left to live separately. I started coming only on holidays. Naturally, I had guys, he knew about them and had nothing against them. He always asked if I felt happy with this or that boy. When he asked this, I wanted to sit on his lap at that very moment and purr, saying that I really wanted him. This continued until recently. A year ago, I came to stay for a couple of days on New Year’s Day. We had fun, talked, but at some point I got tired of talking and went to the room where the bed was prepared for me to get stuck on the phone. That’s how I fell asleep. I woke up to the fact that they were waking me up at midnight to celebrate the New Year. Then I noticed that the phone was lying on the shelf, where it would be inconvenient for me to put it while on the bed and despite the fact that I had to fall asleep with the phone in my hands or next to it. Daddy didn’t take his eyes off me all night and I realized what had happened. In the morning, while everyone was sleeping, I went into his laptop and found (of course, not on the desktop) the “mine” folder. But only the photos there were freshly downloaded from my phone. A photo of me squirting with my huge tits and sticking my fingers in holes.
I decided to act. My daddy is still fit, active and just smells awesome. Now I knew for sure that he wanted me. At lunchtime, mom went to grandma’s to congratulate her on the new occasion, and daddy was still lying in bed. Then, as in childhood, I slid under the blanket with him in a long T-shirt (his T-shirt) that they gave me to sleep with. He was very surprised by this turn of events, but tried to pretend that everything was in order. Then I remembered how, as a child, he kissed my tummy. He very willingly reached under his T-shirt, and I was without panties. He asked if I really wanted him to kiss my belly and I said that daddy knows better what his girl wants. He attacked me like an animal. First he kissed her lips, then her tits, her pussy. He was already moaning, he liked it so much to finally press his face against my slit. Then I couldn’t resist and asked to come inside me.
The first time was very gentle. Over time, I showed him that I love harder. He reacted with enthusiasm. He always wanted to spank and fuck my meaty ass. We began to fuck several times every day, arriving at the apartment on the left, so that neither my neighbors nor my parents would get burned by the fact that we were fucking like rabbits. I don’t hold back and scream under him, whine and take it in all holes, and especially love it in my mouth. When daddy relaxes in the chair, I love to jerk him off and lick his balls, crotch and anus. With my daddy, I learned how to give a throat blowjob and I make him happy every day. A couple of times he even took pictures of me with a dick in my mouth. And there is also a photo where he inserts it into my pussy.
We fuck in parks, cafe restrooms, locker rooms. He stops to jerk me off in an elevator, a taxi, under a table in a bar... Once he even came to my work to lock himself in his office and fuck me on the table.
I have become a full-fledged daddy’s pacifier. I am very flattered that he pours two portions of sperm into my depraved mouth per evening.
But I have one more fantasy... I’ll tell you in the next topic.
how do you imagine your future life? When will you have your own child?
[quote=Papochkina post_id=147025 time=1670722450 user_id=13965] I’ve been reading the forum as a guest for a long time and finally decided to tell my story. I am now 28 years old. My story began when I was just a baby and I don’t remember the details very well. I was never afraid or embarrassed of my dad. I could run around in my panties at home, because it was always warm, and my dad spanked my butt very affectionately. Dad worked the night shift, so he slept during the day and was at home with me while mom was at work. I was strictly forbidden to enter my dad’s room while he was sleeping, but sometimes I came to wake him up. I climbed under the blanket and he stroked me. I must say that I am an only child and an early one. I was 4, he was 24, the first episode that stuck in my memory. I climbed up to :cat2: him in a nightie without panties. In the morning we sometimes fooled around and he kissed me. When he lifted the nightie, he was surprised that I was without panties and kissed my tummy. He kissed and stroked his hands, and then said "oh" and went to the restroom. It seemed that it was longer than usual. Because first in the morning he would close for a short time, and then call me to brush my teeth together. There was nothing for a long time, but he told me not to forget to put on my panties. When I was 9 years old, I saw him in the bathroom looking at my first bra. He kneaded it in his hands for a long time, and then pressed it to his face and smelled it. At this age I already began to feel shy about him. He never criticized me, he continued to pamper and squeeze me. It doesn’t hurt at all. Very gently, but powerfully and warmly pressing you to yourself. At the age of 17, I already considered myself an adult and began to pay attention to him as a man. He always played sports, fit, with a beautiful figure... I began to have fantasies not only about guys I knew or stars, but about him too. More and more often in my memory there were episodes where he somehow looked at me, stroked me somewhere, squeezed me somehow too playfully that I began to leak. By this time, dad already had his own business and he went to work on a free schedule, but still early in the morning more often while I was at school. Mom stopped going to work and went to pursue her hobbies instead. Now dad had more free time after lunch when I was at home. One day we went to the park with him, he took a photo standing a couple of steps above me. He said the photo was bad and didn’t show it to me. Later I found this photo in his laptop. There was a very deep neckline and almost everything outward was clearly visible from above. By then I was already size 4 and my dad had something to look at. I saw the photo almost by accident. I urgently needed to print something for school and I went into his laptop because it was connected to a printer. There was a “mine” folder on the desktop and I wondered what it was. There were many photos of me there that could be called attractive. Somewhere I was standing in the kitchen and he took off my ass in shorts. Somewhere in my dream I stuck my leg out from under the blanket. And only my photos. Then I realized that I’m not the only one fantasizing about him. But I didn’t know how to push him. Then I started dressing more provocatively at home, so that the outlines of my body were less hidden from him. And she started calling him nothing other than “daddy.” Unfortunately, my attempts were unsuccessful. Only in the folder "mine" there are more photos. At the age of 20, I left to live separately. I started coming only on holidays. Naturally, I had guys, he knew about them and had nothing against them. He always asked if I felt happy with this or that boy. When he asked this, I wanted to sit on his lap at that very moment and purr, saying that I really wanted him. This continued until recently. A year ago, I came to stay for a couple of days on New Year’s Day. We had fun, talked, but at some point I got tired of talking and went to the room where the bed was prepared for me to get stuck on the phone. That’s how I fell asleep. I woke up to the fact that they were waking me up at midnight to celebrate the New Year. Then I noticed that the phone was lying on the shelf, where it would be inconvenient for me to put it while on the bed and despite the fact that I had to fall asleep with the phone in my hands or next to it. Daddy didn’t take his eyes off me all night and I realized what had happened. In the morning, while everyone was sleeping, I went into his laptop and found (of course, not on the desktop) the “mine” folder. But only the photos there were freshly downloaded from my phone. A photo of me squirting with my huge tits and sticking my fingers in holes. I decided to act. My daddy is still fit, active and just smells awesome. Now I knew for sure that he wanted me. At lunchtime, mom went to grandma’s to congratulate her on the new occasion, and daddy was still lying in bed. Then, as in childhood, I slid under the blanket with him in a long T-shirt (his T-shirt) that they gave me to sleep with. He was very surprised by this turn of events, but tried to pretend that everything was in order. Then I remembered how, as a child, he kissed my tummy. He very willingly reached under his T-shirt, and I was without panties. He asked if I really wanted him to kiss my belly and I said that daddy knows better what his girl wants. He attacked me like an animal. First he kissed her lips, then her tits, her pussy. He was already moaning, he liked it so much to finally press his face against my slit. Then I couldn’t resist and asked to come inside me. The first time was very gentle. Over time, I showed him that I love harder. He reacted with enthusiasm. He always wanted to spank and fuck my meaty ass. We began to fuck several times every day, arriving at the apartment on the left, so that neither my neighbors nor my parents would get burned by the fact that we were fucking like rabbits. I don’t hold back and scream under him, whine and take it in all holes, and especially love it in my mouth. When daddy relaxes in the chair, I love to jerk him off and lick his balls, crotch and anus. With my daddy, I learned how to give a throat blowjob and I make him happy every day. A couple of times he even took pictures of me with a dick in my mouth. And there is also a photo where he inserts it into my pussy. We fuck in parks, cafe restrooms, locker rooms. He stops to jerk me off in an elevator, a taxi, under a table in a bar... Once he even came to my work to lock himself in his office and fuck me on the table. I have become a full-fledged daddy’s pacifier. I am very flattered that he pours two portions of sperm into my depraved mouth per evening. But I have one more fantasy... I’ll tell you in the next topic. [/quote]how do you imagine your future life? When will you have your own child?
[quote=Papochkina post_id=147025 time=1670722450 user_id=13965] decided to tell my story [/quote] I should have told it not real, but invented. There is a lot that is not real here. This cannot happen in life.
dva2dva: 10 Dec 2022, 23:04
If you’re on the call, then it’s a sin not to want such a girl.)) But even if you’re not, it’s still a sin))
I) read the second post and go to the chat)
I will answer the rest: yes, at the age of 9 girls are tall and they develop breasts. I started my period around the same time. It’s called "biology". Section - "genetics". Bras are worn not only for support, but also to protect against occasional painful blows.
Doubt the reality of history? And I don’t care, as it were) I don’t invite him to bed, I’m fine there alone .
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[quote=dva2dva post_id=147097 time=1670742276 user_id=11226] If you’re on the call, then it’s a sin not to want such a girl.)) But even if you’re not, it’s still a sin)) [/quote]
I) read the second post and go to the chat)
I will answer the rest: yes, at the age of 9 girls are tall and they develop breasts. I started my period around the same time. It’s called "biology". Section - "genetics". Bras are worn not only for support, but also to protect against occasional painful blows. Doubt the reality of history? And I don’t care, as it were) I don’t invite him to bed, I’m fine there alone 😂.
Dad is a businessman and he has time to fuck several times a day?.. but what about mom?.. something in this story is clearly not taken into account :muza:
[quote="◊_NeBo[_Na_]+what about mom?.. something in this story is clearly not taken into account
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Yes... I noticed that too. Although, in general, it is plausible.
[quote="◊_NeBo[_Na_]+what about mom?.. something in this story is clearly not taken into account :muza: [/quote] Yes... I noticed that too. Although, in general, it is plausible. :cat1:
[quote=SergeiKa post_id=147117 time=1670745828 user_id=4591] Yes... I noticed this too. Although, in general, it is plausible. :cat1: [/quote] plausible?.. and what do you see as plausibility?.. I have absolutely no idea. Just a teenager’s fantasy.
SergeiKa: 11 Dec 2022, 00:03
Yes... I noticed that too. Although, in general, it is plausible.
plausible?.. and what do you see as plausibility?.. I have absolutely no idea. Just a teenager’s fantasy.
Then, everything that is said on the forum and in the topics must(!) still be questioned. Just break it and throw it in the trash.
Where does such skepticism come from?
The girl has enough imagination, but... But!.. To embellish it does not mean to invent it. And we, right there, form a sarcastic opinion - “IT’S CUTE LIKE HE BREATHES.” Where?.. Where did you get the idea?.. Do you know her?.. Have you seen or heard her?
Well, in terms of plausibility", it’s almost my story (!). The difference is that she has a father, and I have a mother.
By the way, she is right in that she (like me, in fact) does not care about the opinions of the inhabitants of the site.. . A person wants to express his emotions, feelings, views on what is happening.
Try to criticize at least one fairy tale you read in childhood... More than I am sure, it will not work!... Since, practically, in Every person has such a “treasury” with their favorite fairy tales. Which we don’t believe in, but still, no, no, and we use in vain...
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[quote="◊_NeBo[_Na_] LaDoNi_◊" post_id=147119 time=1670746459 user_id=5795] [quote=SergeiKa post_id=147117 time=1670745828 user_id=4591] Yes... I noticed that too. Although, in general, it is plausible. :cat1: [/quote] plausible?.. and what do you see as plausibility?.. I have absolutely no idea. Just a teenager’s fantasy. [/quote] Then, everything that is said on the forum and in the topics must(!) still be questioned. Just break it and throw it in the trash. Where does such skepticism come from? The girl has enough imagination, but... But!.. To embellish it does not mean to invent it. And we, right there, form a sarcastic opinion - “IT’S CUTE LIKE HE BREATHES.” Where?.. Where did you get the idea?.. Do you know her?.. Have you seen or heard her?
Well, in terms of plausibility", it’s almost [url=viewtopic.php?t=1666]my story[/url] (!). The difference is that she has a father, and I have a mother.
By the way, she is right in that she (like me, in fact) does not care about the opinions of the inhabitants of the site.. . A person wants to express his emotions, feelings, views on what is happening. Try to criticize at least one fairy tale you read in childhood... More than I am sure, it will not work!... Since, practically, in Every person has such a “treasury” with their favorite fairy tales. Which we don’t believe in, but still, no, no, and we use in vain...
SergeiKa,
No way I embellished it.. have you read the next topic by the same author?)) Well, how do you like the embellishment?
For God’s sake, believe what you want, should I convince you or something?.. I don’t need it.. it’s just a forum and here they can freely express their opinion of all users.
I expressed my opinion, for now I say goodbye.. ciao)
[ref=#bf0000]SergeiKa[/ref], No way I embellished it.. have you read the next topic by the same author?)) Well, how do you like the embellishment? :-D For God’s sake, believe what you want, should I convince you or something?.. I don’t need it.. it’s just a forum and here they can freely express their opinion of all users. I expressed my opinion, for now I say goodbye.. ciao)
Plug: 10 Dec 2022, 22:10
At 9 years old, a bra?)) Are you serious?) Well, you’re a dreamer. After this stupidity, it became no longer interesting to read.
If they can be plump. At the age of 11, my parents left for 2 days. I invited my neighbor, a year older, and his sister, a year younger, to spend the night. When they were sleeping, I felt her breasts. 1 pussy was hairy, not fluff.
[quote=Plug post_id=147091 time=1670739053 user_id=11336] At 9 years old, a bra?)) Are you serious?) Well, you’re a dreamer. After this stupidity, it became no longer interesting to read. [/quote] If they can be plump. At the age of 11, my parents left for 2 days. I invited my neighbor, a year older, and his sister, a year younger, to spend the night. When they were sleeping, I felt her breasts. 1 pussy was hairy, not fluff.
Cool story. Even if she embellished it, she did it beautifully. This only made it more interesting. And there is no need to attack her (the author). Envy silently.
Well, girl, enjoy yourself and don’t ask anyone.
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Cool story. Even if she embellished it, she did it beautifully. This only made it more interesting. And there is no need to attack her (the author). Envy silently. Well, girl, enjoy yourself and don’t ask anyone.
[quote=Papochkina post_id=147025 time=1670722450 user_id=13965] I love to jerk him off and lick his balls, crotch and anus. [/quote] And I like it better when my stepfather uses his toenail to pick out the last remains shit from my ass. What about you, dear ladies? :oops:
Papochkina: 10 Dec 2022, 17:34
I love to jerk him off and lick his testicles, perineum and anus.
And I like it better when my stepfather uses his toenail to pick the last bits of shit out of my ass. What about you, dear ladies?
You’re trolling too much, and given your nickname, such trolling won’t work at all, so I’d write that you’re a stepfather and you don’t cut your nails, and you pick your ass. It’s self-prediction, you’re getting burned.
[quote="Alevtina Sexologist" post_id=279239 time=1698528390 user_id=21464] [quote=Papochkina post_id= 147025 time=1670722450 user_id=13965] I love to jerk him off and lick his testicles, perineum and anus. [/quote] And I like it better when my stepfather uses his toenail to pick the last bits of shit out of my ass. What about you, dear ladies? :oops: [/quote] You’re trolling too much, and given your nickname, such trolling won’t work at all, so I’d write that you’re a stepfather and you don’t cut your nails, and you pick your ass. It’s self-prediction, you’re getting burned.
PavelNokia: 10 Jan 2024, 21:50
at 16 years old, size 4 quite happens, not often, but still
Not often...
The first time, I think, I tried to grab a girl’s tits cuddle the neighbor. She was 14 then. A year younger than me. The size was just right.
Closer to the fifth...
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[quote=PavelNokia post_id=279674 time=1704952215 user_id=15476] at 16 years old, size 4 quite happens, not often, but still [/quote]Not often... The first time, I think, I tried to grab a girl’s tits cuddle the neighbor. She was 14 then. A year younger than me. The size was just right. Closer to the fifth...
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him in a nightie without panties. In the morning we sometimes fooled around and he kissed me. When he lifted the nightie, he was surprised that I was without panties and kissed my tummy. He kissed and stroked his hands, and then said "oh" and went to the restroom. It seemed that it was longer than usual. Because first in the morning he would close for a short time, and then call me to brush my teeth together. There was nothing for a long time, but he told me not to forget to put on my panties. When I was 9 years old, I saw him in the bathroom looking at my first bra. He kneaded it in his hands for a long time, and then pressed it to his face and smelled it. At this age I already began to feel shy about him. He never criticized me, he continued to pamper and squeeze me. It doesn’t hurt at all. Very gently, but powerfully and warmly pressing you to yourself. At the age of 17, I already considered myself an adult and began to pay attention to him as a man. He always played sports, fit, with a beautiful figure... I began to have fantasies not only about guys I knew or stars, but about him too. More and more often in my memory there were episodes where he somehow looked at me, stroked me somewhere, squeezed me somehow too playfully that I began to leak. By this time, dad already had his own business and he went to work on a free schedule, but still early in the morning more often while I was at school. Mom stopped going to work and went to pursue her hobbies instead. Now dad had more free time after lunch when I was at home. One day we went to the park with him, he took a photo standing a couple of steps above me. He said the photo was bad and didn’t show it to me. Later I found this photo in his laptop. There was a very deep neckline and almost everything outward was clearly visible from above. By then I was already size 4 and my dad had something to look at. 
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