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I had just posted “I Need a Dirty Woman, I Need a Dirty Girl,” the story about our COVID “date” with Ron and Nicole, along with the nude photos of them, when Lo, looking over my shoulder, said, “Daddy, my breasts are still perky, right?”
“What Lo?” I asked, looking up from the screen where she and I had both been observing Nicole’s unique form.
“Well, time takes its toll on all of us eventually,” she mused.
“Let me see them,” I said, as if I hadn’t seen them in years.
Without hesitation, she pulled her sweater over her mane of thick black hair, pulled off her t-shirt, and then removed her bra.
“Stand up,” I said.
She modeled her tits for me from many angles.
“It shouldn’t take you this long to answer my question,” she pouted.
“Oh, I could have answered your question without having to inspect you,” I replied, “but this is much more fun.”
“Answer the question then. Are my tits still perky?”
“Do they pass The Pencil Test?”
“The what?”
“The Pencil Test.”
“What is that? I never heard of it.”