Greg gripped Nick's manhood, slowly moving up and down it's rigid length with his own daughter's young and feminine fingers.
Nick leaned back, closing his eyes with a broad smile on his face. "Mmmm...babe..." he mumbled as he lost himself in the moment.
"That's the nice thing about teenage boys, they're satisfied with less. Thank Christ he won't insist on a blow or something..." Greg grimaced, knowing full well he knew all about the wants and needs of teenage boys because he had once been one himself!
Fortunately, Greg had just as much stamina as Nick had had when he was his age and blew his load in seconds.
While Nick excused himself to clean up in the restroom, Greg retrieved a fresh pair of panties and a bra from his daughter's dresser. He sighed as he looked at the matching pink undergarments festooned with little purple hearts. Putting them on, he slipped back into his daughter's pink tank top and tiny white skirt, before sliding her cute little feet into a pair of high wedge white sandals.
Greg walked over and looked at himself in his daughter's full length mirror, as disgusted now as he had been on the very first day that his bearded, middle-aged male had had been mystically transplanted atop his teen-dream of a daughter's hot little body.
He jumped with surprise when Nick came up behind him, slipping his big arms around Greg and drawing his small, tight little female form toward him. Greg frowned a bit as Nick planted kisses on his cheek. The young man laughed a little and whispered in his ear. "Your beard always tickles when I kiss you, babe."
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