History does not remember blood. It remembers names.

I’ve always had a secret obsession with my dad. He left home A few days ago and I walked past his room and seen his undies on the ground, I just picked them up and quickly ran to my room. I started rubbing them on my face it felt and smelt so nice knowing he was just wearing these. It turned me on so much I had to lie down on my bed with my vibrator.. I started going at my ♥♥♥♥♥ and held it in my hand with every time I sniffed I knew I was getting closer to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I thought no one was home so I was getting louder and louder.. all of a sudden my door bust open, I ♥♥♥, look over and my dads watching me with his undies in my hand and vibrator in my ♥♥♥♥♥, then he just closed the door.

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