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... as I promised: The update

No I know the reason about my father's silence. He was suspicious. He asked me in his working room and then he asked me question after question. And I was honest. Do you have a partner? Do you have affairs? Are you lesbian (bisexual)? ONS? How many? Nikki and why I live in her appartment? All our friends? Group sex? Condoms? Aids? At this moment I start to cry. It was too much. I got angry, ran on the floor, picked up and emptied my bag on his working table. That's my life. At least ten condoms, my love-balls (in a small bag), a very small string, a digital camera (and I showed him the pictures), and lube for my ass. He was a little bit surprised. In the moment I explained him the love-balls he just hugged me for at least ten minutes. He said me, that he just want to know. It is my life, he told me and if I want to have that life, I can have it. I am still his little girl. The best little girl. He promised me to let me have my life, at least as long as I do not tell mom anything.

Just before I enter this lines I was on the floor wearing just a string and a small top when I ran in my fathers arms. He scanned my body and then smiled: What a luxery girl your mom has born, he said. Do you want to see more?, was my question but he declined ... very fast. He smacked my ass (like he did it the last time about ten years ago), smiled again and went to the bathroom.


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