Woomy sleepover

>be anon, fatheru to cute Schoolgirl Woomy
>for the past month she’s been begging to have a sleepover
>’only if you get an A in math’
>cod damn educational system
>she says she’ll only bring one friend home
>adorable_squib_eyes.jpeg
>agree as long as her friend’s parents agree


>next day
>get a call
>says Schoolgirl asked him to call me
>guy sounds like he’s dieing
>constantly groaning and breathing heavy
>says he’s perfectly fine with his woomy sleeping over
>moans and hangs up
>cod damn it


>day of the sleep over
>daughteru getting groceries for dinner
>make sure I’ve hid all my SQUILF mags and DVDs
>double check that my browser history and cookies are cleared
>Schoolgirl and her friend come in
>introduces her friend
>started with a C
>don’t catch it because that woomy is giving me bedroom eyes
>she’s licking her lips
>gyrating her hips
>sweating_woomy.gif
>quickly focus on something else before I pitch a tent
>ask for the groceries
>eggplants, carrots, cucumbers, bananas, cherries, strawberries, chocolate mix and whipped cream
>look at my sweet angel of a woomy
>fuck it ordering pizza


>eating pizza in the living room with daughteru and her friend
>squidflix some military drama about the great turf war, saving sgt. Sheldon or something
>woomies aren’t paying attention just talking
>sharing a large comforter between us because the heaters dead
>feel something on my thigh
>look over at the woomies
>daughteru is looking a little red in the face
>breathing is off
>shit
>her friend’s dad must have gotten her sick
>no wonder the prick was fine with letting his woomy stay here
>thing on my thigh is moving closer to my brush
>can feel my ink flowing south
>yebby_with_pillow.jpeg
>excuse myself so I can go to the bathroom
>nearly steal the blanket with my kraken
>can hear my daughteru moaning in pain
>I’ll bring her some meds
>after I deal with my own problem


>daughteru insists she’s fine
>after constantly moaning
>and looking like she’ll fall over
>and breathing heavy
>bullshark
>bed time
>tell them not to share a bed so her friend doesn’t get sick too
>both of them start complaining
>Threaten to call her father to come get her if she doesn’t behave
>that shuts them up
>also makes them pout
>cod fucking damn it why am I weak to cuteness
>break out a carton of ice cream for them
>the friend gets a coy look
>my beautiful daughter is cycling between eating fast and suffering brain freeze
>her friend is slowly licking, sucking and swallowing her icy treat
>shooting me sultry looks
>letting a bit drip down her lips to her swan-like neck
>tactical retreat to my spawn to ink my turf and crash for the night


>having my favorite dream
>Marina sandwiching me between her glorious octotits
>going slowly at first
>she’s drooling to get me nice and slick as she polished my dynamo
>my Special is charging faster than that special woomy using an Aerospray
>Special charged!
>Splashdown! Team wipe!
>groan and open my eyes
>groan again
>my stiffy is definitely sandwiched
>between my mortified daughteru and her friend who is mid orgasm tribbing on my lap
>in for a penny then


>That afternoon
>My devilish angel is cuddled into my chest
>she’s drooling on me
>from both ends
>Ive_seen_some_shit.jpeg
>her friend is basking in the afterglow
>all she needs is a smoke and the image would be complete
>pull sheets up over me and daughteru
>friend looks at me and smirks
>’8/10, would fug again’
>cod damn it