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He reaches for and cups the wiggling low hangers of his teenage son. Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat piss and cum stained jockstrap.
“FUCK FUCK” He says as he loosens the tightened grip on his fleshy-red-tool while it throbs with its life-giving blood coursing through its many vein-filled region. Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol.
Daddy smiled and said “ that is my good boy. Don’t even want to leave your daddy’s Ripe socks on the floor. That’s the respect I love boy.” I then was told to clean his left foot. “Scrub these whitish paste out in my toenails. I want you to smell and place them in your mouth and let me see.” Daddy commented. It smelled and tasted like Brie cheese. Then I moved my tongue in between daddy’s toes. I cleaned up so well. Just thought I was finished. Daddy said” the sole is clammy. It has nature feet oil after a whole day in the shoes you think you finished fag. Keep working on that.” Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol.
“That you son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.
Garrett sits on the commode where his father had sat.
“Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection.
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