The Man with Magic Hands Ch. 07

I'm reminded of the lyrics to a song by The Fray -- How to Save a Life. ******** "What were you looking for Dear?" Andrea said, calmly, as if having a box of condoms in her bag was a normal...thing. I couldn't seem to form words with my brain right at that moment and mumbled something unintelligible. "Your, ah, key, ah, I need to, ah, move your car, ah...why do you have a box of condoms in your handbag?" "Because." Again, it was said nonchalantly, as if my question was somehow ridiculous. "Because, why? Why do you have condoms in your handbag?" I was starting to regain my ability to think and speak. There was a long, pregnant pause before she replied. She screwed up her face a bit, inhaled deeply and then said, "Well, you wouldn't want me to have sex without them would you." It was as if I had been hit with a truck. I staggered back and sat in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. I had no idea what to say. No idea what

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Jenn moves in with her Dad to go to college and her girlfriend Piper comes along for a week. Jenn's Dad finds himself being pursued by Piper, but her wanton sexuality has caused him to notice his daughter that has ripened and grown into a beautiful woman. The lusty couple finds that they share more in DNA than just hair and eye color. This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote for my story! Dr. Dad Will You Be Mine? "Are you fucking kidding me, Jenn? A week to get your Dad into my bed?" Piper shrieked. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Just don't tell me about it," I said with a dramatic eye roll. "We've been best friends forever, did our eighteenth birthdays with each other, and you've always crushed on Dad." I laughed, although I had to wonder how she suddenly went from crush to planned seduction. Piper sniffed. "The sad part is that you'll stay there for college, and I'll come back by myself," she said, ending with t

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