It was a cooler morning, but by the time I'd run the length of the promenade twice, then detoured to the bakery for bread, I was sweating when I made my way back to the apartment.
I'd left Dad sleeping, but knew he'd be awake when I got back, hard and ready for s*x as usual, which made my c**k twitch inside my shorts.
He was sitting up in bed, his hands behind his head, his eyes on me as I entered.
"Hey."
"Hey, Dad. I'm just going to hit the shower."
"I'll be there in a minute."
I liked the sound of that. Showering with Dad was one of my favourite things to do with him. Getting to run my hands over his firm muscles and massage soap onto his skin, while he did the same for me, always led to s*x of some kind.
I stripped off my running gear and stepped under the warm water, lathering g
