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His son might be out and is just on his way home, but at least Ed had great company. That while it was indeed the case, Ed was just as insistent on letting Peter just stick around and wait for his son since he is very much welcome in that small household of two. He’s sweet and polite. Easily endearing. And most of all, he really appreciated him being supportive of Eddie’s endeavors in following his footsteps—in fact, Peter is very supportive of them both. And that is why Ed took the opportunity to have the other help him out. That without much of a warning, the older Brock walked into the living room with nothing but the skimpiest thong that gleamed in its metallic pink, one that he was a bit anxious on trying—but Peter told him he would look good in it so why the hell not? And with Peter in the living room, there was no better man to judge, right?
“Yeah—took your advice kid…got those posers you mentioned...” Ed chuckled, sauntering right up to the coffee table, massive body flexing with every step like how his ripe muscle breasts jiggled on. He was showing off, curves and all. And with how he tugged at the already thinned out strapped, he shifted in it as he smiled warmly onto the other. “—so… how does the old man look, Peter?” he chuckled on. Fists against his hips for a pose—unaware that his little adjustment already got half his pussy lip out and right in Peter’s line of vision. Plump. Flush. And even with a hint of a wet glisten. Truly, his poser did nothing to hide anything.








