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You look up at your Daddy. "Yes, Sir" you say, and continue the tongue polish.
You're such a lucky man, a good husband, your bike, and all the road in the world under your wheels. You couldn't wish for anything else. Sometimes dreams do come true.
You kneel down and start licking his boots. Somehow you know this exactly what he wants.
"Good boy," he says, and this feels you with pride.
"The saddlebags are all packed and ready" he explains, "as soon as you're done polishing my boots we'll hit the road."
You can feel his gut pressing against your back, and your cock getting harder as he gently tugs your rings.
You decide to...
You moan as he plays with your sensitive nipples. The two strangers that look at you from the mirror seem to be two burly bikers. Yourself, thick and hairy, wearing only leather pants and boots, and Daddy... well Matt... wearing his full leather uniform.
"Well, I don't care where that shirt came from... I've been waiting for you, and you know I don't like to be kept waiting."
From behind you, he took what was left of your shirt and pulled it off, tearing it to pieces. He then started playing with your nipples, staring right at the eyes of your reflections.
Matt used to have a short bead that he would always keep neatly trimmed. Now that beard was bushy and covered his whole neck, down to the collar of the shirt.
His big belly was contained by a stretched-out short sleeve shirt that seemed to be made out of leather. Even with the belly, he still had muscular arms and chest, that looked like he was used to hard manual work.
That was nothing like the Matt you were seeing now. Almost unable to fit his whole reflection, the mirror was showing you the image of a man that, while still 5'6'' must weigh at least three times what Matt used to.
When you left for work this morning, Matt was his usual self. At 5'6'' he was definitely on the shorter side, but he had always had a solid build. He was never an athlete but loved cycling and swimming, and had kept himself in shape into his 40s.
What a lost opportunity to say "Pool toys don't think"
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