It was already dawn. I said I couldn't sleep, and he was watching programs about the war in the living room. I asked if I could stay there with him, and he looked at me drinking a beer and said yes. He offered me his beer, and I drank it.
Then I said I was scared of that. He told me not to be scared, and then I jumped into his lap.
His cock was already hard. I was wearing those yellow pajamas and slippers. I wasn't wearing panties or a bra.
When I felt his hard cock, I shrank even more, and he squeezed me tighter.
We stayed like that for a while.
Then the subject of dead people came up, and I said, "I'm scared, Daddy."
And then he seemed shocked, and I apologized.
Then he laughed and said it was okay, that I could stay there with him.
I went to drink more beer and spilled some on my chest, and then I apologized again, and he said it wasn't very wet and wiped it off.
And he started kissing my head and squeezing my tits, and I started rubbing against his cock.
He told me to be very quiet so as not to wake anyone and whispered in my ear, "I'm not going to waste the beer," and then he took my tits away and started sucking on it and putting his finger in my pussy.
I moaned, and he stopped and told me not to make a sound, and I begged to suck him.
He laughed again and said, "You're so desperate”
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