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I have to say the subject matter looked a bit peculiar for a girl to be dreaming about, but I guess that was just my opinion. The material consisted entirely of big throbbing penises shooting indian thick white goo into pretty young girls’ mouths. I hadn’t realized Laura had sneaked in until I heard her speak: “Did you manage to fix it, dad… Oh, err, hmmh…” She blushed adorably when she noticed what was happening on the screen, and I’m pretty sure I did too, considering it was an animated slow-motion gif of a long stream of white jizz shooting onto a girl’s tongue and then dribbling deeper into her mouth. It was certainly a bit embarrassing moment. “Mhnmp,” Laura mumbled, and her green eyes had widened alarmingly. I swiftly closed the page and attempted to explain the situation: “The malware must have saved that in the cache… I mean, they do that occasionally.” I knew I didn’t sound entirely convincing, even if that argument might have been true in some situations. This was far from the only picture or video of a similar topic I had found, and most of them had been saved on purpose, they hadn’t just ended up in the cache. It was tamil also telling that she didn’t seem to be accusing me of watching porn on her computer, which was what the situation should have looked like to her. “Ha, yes, sure, that’s right!” Laura said, nodding along with all too nervous enthusiasm. I also noticed that despite the embarrassment of the moment, her attention had been intently concentrated on the animation as long as it had been on the screen. She swiftly snatched the computer collage from my hands, exclaiming a bit too quickly and with her eyes a bit too wide: “Well-it’s-working-I-need-it-right-now!” Laura drifted away as quickly as she had arrived, taking the laptop with her. I could guess she was afraid of me deleting her files, and I don’t mean the essays. I just shrugged and got back to my outdoor own things, reminding myself on that she was an adult and it wasn’t really my business what she was watching. I thought that was that, until she punjabi came to my home office again a few days later, nervously twirling her hair in her fingers and with her green eyes blinking. “Is the computer bothering you again?” I guessed. “Umm, no, that’s not it…” she mumbled, “although kind of it’s related…” I wondered couple if she was trying to explain the videos in some way, and I was preparing to come up with the best possible excuse to explain why it wasn’t necessary. I didn’t have the time to come up with anything before she continued, though. Laura bit her lip and her eyes were strictly directed at the ceiling rather than at me as she quickly blurted out: “Could you squirt in my mouth, daddy, like in that girl’s in that video?” I was fairly sure there wasn’t anything wrong with my hearing, although I could only assume that to be the case. I tried to furiously think of the best answer to this absurd statement: “Err, I think there are plenty of boyfriends who…” Laura drew a quick breath to gain courage, but her eyes still weren’t looking at me when she continued: “You, dad. Not a boyfriend”. “This is, well…” I tried to come up with an answer, but the technical manuals on my shelves weren’t offering one. Laura forced herself to look at me, and her eyes were blinking pleadingly. “Please, dad. I can’t ask anyone else, and I just want to know how it feels like. I promise I’ll keep my eyes closed, so I won’t see you naked or anything and it won’t be embarrassing.” “Right now? Just this one time?” I said without thinking, immediately wanting to strangle myself. Why had I said that? “Yes,” Laura said and crossed her arms, hugging herself. “Okay. 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