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ReunionAug 5, 1976by Noelle O It was my first leased home, and as I walked to the door I looked out of the window to see the purple and orange-drenched sunset stretching it’s luscious fingers across the surf and sand, leaving tiny diamonds in its path. There had been a soft knock at the door and I opened the door to the tall lanky man standing on my front porch. The deep summer wind tousled his graying hair attractively and his smile appeared framed, as if in portrait, against the rich background. “Oh, hi ” I said casually and smiled warmly. “Long time, no see.” “Long story, tell you later.” He held out a bottle of my favorite Pinot hesitantly, and stood there smiling and waiting. “Oh! I’m sorry, come on in, must’ve forgotten my manners. Want a sandwich and a drink?” I asked him as I waved him into my home. I took the wine. “I’ll have a glass of that wine with you and maybe a ham sandwich. Got any?” “Sure thing!” I answered, and his face brightened into a broad smile as I ushered him in. He looked around the open, casually beachy great room, complete with rattan furniture holding soft deep floral cushions, and the woven bamboo rug on the floor. “MMMmmmmmm, nice work. You do this yourself?” He asked in soft amazement. I could tell he was impressed and I liked it. “Yep,” I answered back. “All by my lonesome. Took me a long time, but when this came up, I just couldn’t resist. You know how much I always wanted a beach house.” He stood there gazing out the window, and then at me. “I’ve missed you.” His tone was deep and sincere and his eyes also seemed deeper, maybe a little sad. I smiled and turned to go into the kitchen. I called back over my shoulder “Look around if you want to. I’ll be in here. Ham and cheese, right?” I waited for his answer, but there was none and I knew he had disappeared into the generous recesses of my home. I put the wine in a bucket of ice to chill, and pulled out thick slices of sour dough bread and mayonnaise. I began to slice off generous portions of a honeybaked ham and sharp cheddar cheese I had purchased at the eclectic neighborhood market called Richards. I sliced some sweet peppers and mustard, then began to reach for a plate to put the sandwich on. Suddenly and very istanbul travesti gently, I felt him behind me. Funny, I hadn’t heard him come through the kitchen. His breath was warm and moist on the back of my neck, and his body was close to mine. I kept slicing the peppers and cucumbers. Then, I felt his hands slip around my waist. He caressed my abdomen through my loose beach dress, and then his big hands cupped my tits in his hands. I stopped slicing cucumbers, gently laying the knife down. “Oh no, Sweets, don’t stop, keep working.” He whispered softly into my ear as I began to lean back against him. His lips pressed on the curve of my neck as his body curved around my backside and up to my shoulder blades while I bent over to continue working. He came up hard and I could feel his long dick against my ass. I tried to arrange the food on his plate in an appetizing manner. I knew he liked it that way, but his hands continued to play with my tits as he murmured, “Go on baby, go on.” I made a poor excuse for working as his fingers began to unbutton the buttons on my light gauze dress. He started from the top and slowly worked his way down. When the last button had been undone, he opened the dress wide exposing my tits, tummy and pussy. He caressed his fingertips over my ready skin, teasing me from my puss to my teats. Then he pulled the dress from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor around my ankles. My cunt began to drip juices as I waited for his touch to continue. When he took one nipple in either hand, they extended to their full long and hard length of at least an inch. He pinched and pulled them out further, and then held them in his open palms, enjoying their length and the way they’d bounce to his touch. I sighed and looked down at them responding to his touch, his fingertips sometimes pinching and rolling them, then sometimes pulling them. They became a little longer, creeping out on his palms like fat hard worms, and then curving up at the ends. “Great teats,” he breathed into my ear. “Great teats baby.” “Oh Daddy, OOOOHhhhhh-“ I moaned as a leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder. “God how I’ve missed these teats Baby. My sweet little teats.” He istanbul travestileri pinched them, and then fondled my 34 DD tits. He tickled his fingers down my front to my pussy, causing me to suck my tummy in while he opened my lips and allowed my clit to stick out. He pulled on it gently. “I’ve missed this pussy so much…so much!” Daddy gasped. He could tell by my clit that I was getting ready to come fast, then and there. I was near the brink, just about to the top when suddenly he pulled away and said “Okay, let’s eat!” I shook myself to attention and finished putting the sandwich together as I felt my climax subside while the sensation of my quickening body mounted. I was as hot as a rocket ready to take off and I was already fanning the next stage. I panted. My big tits felt completely erect, and my teats stuck out turgidly than I had seen them do in a long time. But then, Daddy always had that magic touch. He pushed on my tits playfully, and when they swung wantonly from side to side, he laughed, and did it again. I laughed also. My body was completely out of control and I was a happy slave to it. Daddy sat down at the dining room table, looking with pleasure and lust at my nudity, and my wanton body waiting for him. He grinned. I smiled, shrugged my shoulders, shakily set two long stemmed wine glasses on the table, then reached into the center of the table to pour the Pinot, and to light the huge vanilla candle. Daddy sat down and pulled at one of the teats, causing them to swing again. I blushed a little. “So nice Titsie, so nice to be served dinner in the nude again. My own private nude, full service waitress.” I stood beside him as he looked me up and down appreciatively. I loved the way he took me in from head to toe, and I moved a little closer. I craved his attention. Daddy looked up at me, and took the outside of his fingers and caressed the outside of my pussy. “Still shaving here huh?” He caressed his fingers against it’s smoothness and murmured “Nice. . . nice,” his eyes closing. “I just love smooth shaved pussies. Do you do it all the time, or just because you knew I was coming?” “All the time Daddy, everyday, just like you to taught me. Everyday. travesti I never know when you’re going to show up.” I looked at him in mock complaint.“You don’t ask Fransisco to do it ever?” “Sometimes, but not often,” I giggled. Remembering the hunk Daddy had left me with a few years before while he began a world marketing tour of post modern art. Daddy kept fondling my pussy until my point of pinkness again began to appear between the lips. He touched it lightly, and a shock careened up and down my spine, landing at its base. “OH!” I gasped. “Put your hands on top of your head Titsie and turn slowly around for me to see you, to inspect you. I want to see how much you’ve grown. I began to seductively girate my hips for him and undulate my shoulders, while I turned slowly for him. It was true. Over the last years my body had careened into generous proportions and exaggerations with my big tits, curvy behind, generous hips and tiny waist. “God Baby those tits are a photographer’s dream. They look like they are suspended in mid air! They’re so big! Must’ve been all those good times we had, huh?” I nodded my head yes. Ever since my daddy and I had started having sex, my tits had exploded from tiny breasts, and big nipples to the wildly bouncing firm tits I was showing him. I loved my body and how it responded to his appreciating, lusty ogle.“I worked so hard on these,” he smiled admiringly while fondling them. “Still having problems being fitted for bras?” “Yeah. Gave up a long time ago. Nothin out there fits without hurting and they’re always too tight.” Daddy giggled. “You always refused bras and heaven only knew you needed one. Hell, you’d be out there running around on the beach, and these boobs swinging to high heaven! I finally nicknamed you ‘Titsie’. It was our little secret dirty name for you, but what fun. You loved it.” I laughed at the naughty little name that I liked so much. He paused while eyeing me up and down slowly and lustily. His eyes narrowed. “And these?” He pressed my right teat between his thumb and forefinger and pulled me close to him. I offered him my other teat. “God I’d suck on these things. You were so responsive! They’d go right to the back of my throat, and I’d just suck and suck and they’d get bigger and –“ his voice trailed off as if in reverie. There was a long pause. “Until I gave milk daddy” I giggled. But then a wistful place opened up inside my heart, as he pulled me down on his lap. “Where were you? What happened?” I asked finally and timidly.

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