Out of the shower and into my room, I stared into my open closet. Hmm, what does one wear to a s*x video? It's a hard wardrobe decision. It's not like what do I wear to the corner-store.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered.
My door suddenly opened. I spun around, my long flaccid c**k flying after me. Heather was there.
"Oh! Um, sorry. I thought you were dressed."
"Jesus, Heather!" I said, covering my d**k with my hands.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before," she said, looking down at my c**k; it was far too long to be hidden by my hands. "Are you almost ready? Jenna's gonna be here in five minutes."
"Yeah, I'll be ready."
"Okay. Just stay in here. I'll get everything set up and come get you."
"Fine."
"Okay." She smiled at me. "Thanks again, daddy."
"Yeah," I said.
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