Father Stretch My Hands Part 2 Novels & Stories

Then stretched out his hands. " Here, hold my hand." He offered. I stared at his outstretched hands, confused. Huh?

He adds a second finger during potatoes. The stretch makes my toes curl in my shoes. He scissors them once, lazy, and my napkin ends up crushed in my fist. I laugh when I am supposed to laugh. I have no idea what the joke was. “You two are cute,” the neighbor says. “Look at him. He cannot keep his hand off her. That is how a real father is.” Mom beams. Under the cloth he curls both fingers and rubs that spot that makes my vision go white. I choke on water. He pats my back with his free hand, the picture of concern, and does not take the other one out.

He holds both of my hands as I straddle the machine and begin to lower myself. The girth is bigger than I thought as I inch myself slowly onto the attachment. I’m so glad that he had me switch to a smaller one because I’m barely getting this one in. I can feel myself stretching the more I take into me. A whimper slips out, but I keep on going. “That’s it...look at your slutty pussy take that cock like a pro. I bet you’re feeling really full, aren’t you?” Jace smirks as he watches with interest.

He turned to his son and, with a small, almost imperceptible nod, extended his hand. Michael hesitated for no longer than a fraction of a second before taking it. It was not a desperate clutch, but a firm, assured connection of hands. Father and son walked together to the center of the stage, their hands linked. They stood before the forest of microphones, united. The image was breathtaking in its simplicity and its power: the Scandalous Heir and the Estranged Son, side-by-side; a fractured family whole again in the most public way imaginable. Davidson wouldn’t let go. He stood holding his son’s hand, looking out at the sea of stunned faces.

The video will confirm everything I've been saying about Dad and how we can't trust him. I watch Dad slide his right hand over Susan's porcelain smooth pussy mound, pressing his thumb down towards her wet opening. I zoom in and watch as he brings his other hand up. As smooth as if he's done it a thousand times, he shoves two fingers from his left hand into her cunt while his right thumb starts rubbing a circular rhythm on her clit.

“Efrem, please—” His hand shoots out, fingers tangling in my hair near the scalp. The grip isn’t painful, not yet, but it holds me still as his other hand traces my jaw. “I saw the footage,” he says softly, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “I saw how you melted into him, and how your hands shook after.” His grip tightens fractionally. “Just like they’re shaking now.”

I toy with the waistband, giving him a wink and a smile. "Stelle, you sure you wanna do that?" His hands hang at his sides, clenching into fists and then relaxing. The move shows the strength of his forearms as they tense and then release. "Do what?" I give him another smile, before turning to give him my back. Gazing over my shoulder at him, I lick my lips again. "Play with me like this?" One of his big hands goes to the length of his cock, fisting it as he gives it a few strokes. "Eventually, I'm going to get sick of it."

I stood back with the rest of the family and Ashton's siblings as both Ajax and Ashton walked to the center of the clearing standing in front of my parents. "Lift up your left hand" papa instructed and both lifted their hands and flinched when Papa sliced their palm and the smell of blood began to fill the air as Papa began chanting something in Greek holding their palms above the small flames burning on the ground and I saw Ajax clench his eyes when Papa squeezed his hand making more blood fall onto the flames and Ashton despite putting up a tough act had his eyes clenched shut when Papa did the same to his hand.

He looked at Chris with an aggrieved expression as he failed to verbalize his thoughts. “Look at daddy's hand.” Chris extended an open palm in front of Chris Jnr “Do any of the fingers look like the other?” Chris Jnr shook his head. “Do you think daddy likes one finger more than the other?” Chris Jnr shook his head once again. “That’s right. Daddy doesn’t dislike any finger because it is only when they are all together will they make daddy hand, the hand that he uses to hug you, little treasure and mommy close to my heart.” Chris had a gentle doting expression as he patiently explained.

I want to sue someone! A large hand held his lower abdomen. Ritian was frightened. He flailed miserably. The hand exuded a light strength, the intent to freeze him in place is distinct. His energy was spent on the robe earlier and being soaked in the water for an unknown length of time, his non-existent muscles couldn't hold on much longer. He tried to remove the stranger's palm on his bare stomach. The hand was long and wide. A few times bigger than his hand although the fingers were slightly crooked. The callous tickled his skin whenever it slides to move a little.