Let’s say, this was not yet a picture of active fucking) But, rather, a phase of active foreplay, when all the covers were shed and the process began.
The daughter turned her head and her eyes widened in surprise looked at dad, who suddenly materialized in the doorway!
Hmm.. Well, I even coughed in surprise or grunted. He tactfully closed the door, the boy didn’t even raise his head.
Then he went into the kitchen and made some tea. I sat and smoked. Actually, it was not a shock, as if the situation were the other way around. Because everyone is already an adult, and adults do this from time to time. Rather a curious situation. Like... Oops! I just don’t understand why the daughter did this in her dad’s bed? If she has her own bed, her own room and a latch on the door from awkward situations. I waited. I realized that the kids were not going to leave my room. And I’m tired as hell from the road. I haven’t slept in days. I thought: screw you. I went to my daughter’s room, collapsed on her bed and fell asleep.
The next day my daughter introduced me to her MCH. -Meet me, dad, this is Oleg) Yeah. Nice to meet you
Here is the story. As my friend says: there is something to remember, but nothing to tell the children.







