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Its girth exceeded my grasp. With my thumb, I massaged the underside of the head of it. Through half closed eyes, I studied Dad’s face for a reactio..., but he stoically continued his massage down my torso. When he reached the waistband of my sleeping pants, I knew the moment of truth had arrived. I opened my thighs a bit. Dad warmed a new handful of oil, then reached in through the loose leg hole and began to apply the warm oil to my engorged labia. With his thumb and forefinger, he sought out. Muffling our laughter like two school girls skipping class we put our plan into action. We made our way to my friend Heathers and her boyfriends tent. It was a small pup tent with a narrow opening. Being about the same body size and hair length and color, it would be hard for the boys in there drinking state, combined with it being pitch dark with nothing but a dim glow from the fire, to tell us apart. Heather got on her hands and knees and crawled into the tent where her boyfriend was already. More

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