#764

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I'm an only child and never knew my mother. We lived with my dad's parents. Every night Daddy would rub my clit creamy and throbbing right before bed. He called it "tickling me to sleep." He'd kiss peck my lips, "gi' me some sugah," then kiss me on the cheek as his hand slid warm between my thighs. I'd scootch into his palm, under cover, sighing in craving relief. He'd smile, both our lips wetting, fingering waves of tickling ecstasy into my pussy. Now I know orgasm was the "tickling" good feeling that made me sigh and titter. He would feed me the feeling only once a night but I would practice to continue it on my own. It never took long for him to trigger me to cum and afterward, I always remember trying to kiss him long and passionate like a movie star then. Twisting my head into the kiss and wrapping my arms up around his neck. He'd smile knowing how we loved each other, rewarding me with a little longer kiss peck this time, but no head twisting, and I slept soo good every night.

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