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The bed was jiggling. It woke me from my slumber. I opened one eye. The faint blue light of the computer illuminated Lo’s spread, naked legs from the inside of the knees to her crotch where her left hand was stroking intensely. Her right hand was occupied scrolling through photos. She was biting her lip and holding back a moan. She sat in the bed, her legs spread with the computer between them, her knees up and bent, her torso leaning over, her face intensely inclined toward the screen, her eyes occasionally looking down from the porn to her pussy, as if going from one stimulating scene to another and half expectant for the pussy to perform its usual gurgle in gratitude for being slapped, smacked, and generally reproached by Lola. She had placed a plush terrycloth towel under her for just such a spill.
I was still half asleep, not sure if I was dreaming — I have dreams like this often — or if this was the real thing. “Lo?” I mumbled.
She jumped. Startled out of her stroking and scrolling séance. She slammed the computer closed and lay her legs flat on the bed. She caught her breath.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Did I wake you?”
“Lo,” I said again, now realizing that this was not a figment of my imagination, “is this the second time tonight?”
You see, I had caught her earlier snacking and fapping. We fucked and came to…