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CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
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ARROW’S POV There comes a sit-out where there will be a sunny afternoon bathing the freshly manicured lawns of grass with rays of sunlight that sweep down to floor level. The scent of freshly cut grass chimed in with the chirp of birds, fluffing the ambiance around us with tranquility. Tourists were all over this place, almost literally spilling out in glee for the family picnic. With that, Dawn saw the sight and her eyes sparkled with joy, her little voice ringing with jubilation as she yelled, "Yeah, we're here, Daddy!" Her ponytail bobbed up and down as the little one energetically hopped and ran out of the car. Laying out mats on the grassy stretch was the next thing we did. The soft sound of rustling mats as we spread them out was in harmony with the mild rustling of the nearby trees from the breeze. Dawn had gathered her pack of mats with Jemima and Kally quietly working great efficiency with smooth hands that brushed away wrinkles. But Dawn had other ideas. She made a beelin
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ARROW’S POV THE NEXT MORNING As my eyes peeled open, warm sun rays crept inside the window and lovingly shone on my room. I was stretching my body and letting go of any feelings of tiredness from the previous day. Turning to the left, my gaze fell on Kalmia, my lovely wife, in deep slumber. Her face shone brightly, glowing from within with some ethereal charm almost unreal. But it was the extra glow that came on her face this particular day. It was indeed very marvelous and luminant - her skin shining like a brilliant flower reflecting sunrays-and I could not help thinking with pride and wonder, "My sperms sure are working wonders on Kalmia." I was just brushing my fingers against her soft cheeks, for I was feeling the gentle warmth upon my skin. The sight of her soft face fully resembled a rose petal. Her beautiful curves sparkled in my mind as I caressed that face: the slightly irregular curve of the delicate nose leading to the luscious lips. With each passing moment, my he
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ARROW’S POV The moment was a blissful cocoon wrapped around me, and suddenly I was disturbed by the sound of knocking on the door. "Who is that?" I asked in a low husky voice as I slowly drew myself from Kalmia’s embrace. The throbbing of my whole desire down there was feeling lost, with her pussy warmth disappearing away. "It's me, Daddy," came the soft voice from outside the door. "May I come in?” Yes, it was Dawn, our daughter, and her child-like voice was like that cold splash of water, effectively breaking whatever was going on between Kalmia and I . Kalmia’s eyes went wide with alarm as she quickly sat up with a face clouded in concern. "We can't have Dawn see this, please," she hissed urgently, as hands were getting busy making signs at me to get dressed. I nodded rapidly in answer, and immediately we both scrambled to get our clothes on, with hands rushing across bodies side to side. Once upon a time, the respectable walls of Kalmia’s and my conscience established mutu
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