I looked on the screen, seeing a video of a young girl on her knees, taking a cock each each hand, her tiny fingers barely able to curl around the width.
I couldn't help but notice the similarities to my daughter.
Tiffany had been in the laundry room, her sweat pants sliding down her slender thighs to reveal only the beginning of her ass.
She never noticed me behind her as she pulled the clothes from the dryer, and I did my best to keep moving, even if I didn't quite overt my eyes.
As I scrolled through the videos, I tried not to think about my daughter.
I just couldn't make myself stop replaying a particular memory, even as the action started on the screen.
She smiled sweetly at the camera before taking a big, black dick in her little mouth, barely pursing her lips around the head.Without anyone on the other side to see, it was easy to pretend I might have been a part of that.Several times, I saw guys come with their wives, though mostly they kept to themselves in a private booth.Not that my wife wasn't something to look at, especially when we first started dating.Even now, twenty years later, with a few extra pounds, wearing a very short and practical haircut, she still turned me on.