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It was late and all through the house not a creature was stirring, only Lo, clicking her mouse.
I was on my side of the bed, facing away from Lo, but I could feel the side of her thigh up against my back and the gentle rocking of the bed. I gave it a minute, or twenty. But when the motions didn’t cease and the moans increased, I rolled over to face her.
She was sitting up in bed, naked, her legs bent at the knees, one of them had been resting against me. Her computer was between her legs, as one of her hands manipulated it and the other manipulated her clit. The thin white strings of her earbuds dangled over her bare breasts on their way to their hidden nooks under her thick dark hair.
“Daddy,” she complained, as if my rolling over interrupted her activities.
“You know I’m trying to sleep here, Lo, right?”
“Just a couple more minutes,” she said without taking her eyes away from the screen. “I’m getting close.” Her voice was unusually loud because of the sounds kept out by the earbuds and their volume in her ears.
“Your onanistic sessions are taking longer and longer,” I observed.
“Shhhh,” she hissed, unconsciously. I don’t even know if she heard what I said.
I rolled back on my side, away from her in order to allow her her privacy while she…