That night we watched The Naked City on TV. It was surprisingly cool for a mid-August evening, and a nice breeze came through the open window. We were both on the couch in our briefs, his arm draped over my shoulders, my head nestled on his fat breast. I had made us both sundaes, giving Daddy more than a pint of ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrupthe works. (For myself, I took a more modest portion, ever conscious of losing my boyish figure.)
This was, of course, totally intentional, since I wanted nothing more than to rub his big belly while we watched the movie. My slender hands slowly worked the hairy surface of his round gut, feeling up to the densest patch of black and grey hair between his tits. I could hear his stomach working hard to digest all that fat and sugar, and he occasionally moaned in pleasure while I rubbed him, a low, soft mmm, his hand messing my hair absent-mindedly while he watched the television. He let out a long, rumbling burp and I inhaled the smell of sweet ice cream mixed with leftover Chinese food. The warmth of his paunch was so nice against the chilly breeze that I couldnt help but nuzzle up close to his furry breast.
This was, of course, totally intentional, since I wanted nothing more than to rub his big belly while we watched the movie. My slender hands slowly worked the hairy surface of his round gut, feeling up to the densest patch of black and grey hair between his tits. I could hear his stomach working hard to digest all that fat and sugar, and he occasionally moaned in pleasure while I rubbed him, a low, soft mmm, his hand messing my hair absent-mindedly while he watched the television. He let out a long, rumbling burp and I inhaled the smell of sweet ice cream mixed with leftover Chinese food. The warmth of his paunch was so nice against the chilly breeze that I couldnt help but nuzzle up close to his furry breast.