Harem | By : P666 Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 13322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Thank you for letting me use your pool…” Sakura said to Anamiya Masahiko.
“No need to thank me, Sakura-chan. Your (grand)mother Nadeshiko is like my daughter.” He said leading her to the dressing room next to the indoor swimming pool.
She slipped inside with a smile never noticing that he was watching Sakura undress out of her clothing. He did not want to seem too perverted by viewing her directly; he used the mirror to watch the green-eyed girl undress. She slipped slowly out of the skirt and top. Anamiya Masahiko sighed watching Sakura undress out of her clothing. He did not view her directly but used mirror to watch the green-eyed girl undress-thanking god seeing her in her underwear before the mirror.
“My mom really does love Yelan, right?” She purred placing her hand on her bra as she undid it wondering if she could find someone to love.
“You might say that, they were like lovers…” He said noting the size of the bra as it was discarded; Then at her bust comparing it to her (grand)mother Nadeshiko at her age.
Sakura was bigger than her mother was at that age.
“Like Tomoyo and Me.” Her panties joined her bra.
The old man sighed at the sight - how he dreamed of having both Yelan and Nadeshiko at his mercy, “yes, just like tomoyo…” he thought of the long-haired girl for a second wondering and half wishing that Tomoyo was his daughter and ignoring the 50% possibility that it was true.
Sakura bent over giving the mirror a peak and him at her virgin hymen. She searched for the suit for what seemed like forever. She slipped into the suit ever so slowly as if she knew he was watching her or that she wanted him to watch.
She stepped out. The old man smiled like a wolf eating up every curve of her - how much did that swimsuit cover up was worth every second glance.
“There was more to yelan and nadeshiko’s relationship than what it seemed…” he lead her to the pool making sure to stand next to her giving a learing look at her body comparing it to Sonomi’s at her age.
Sakura’s ass was nicer than Nadeshiko at that age.
“Oh?” She blushed.
“They shared everything. Clothes, each other’s bed, and…” He wondered if he should say the word “father” or not. Telling her that Fujitaka was her grandfather might not be right. He shrugged his shoulders, “Lovers.”
“Really?” Sakura slipped into the pool, “They shared the same lover?”
He coughed taking a seat, “It wasn’t much of one, why don’t you forget about it and take a few laps?” You know you could join me," she innocently gave a smash.
He said with some meager restraint watching her splash in the pool, "I don't own a swimsuit."
"Okay," Sakura siad, "Then at least time my laps."
He breathed a sigh of relief taking a seat. He sat there watching her doing laps imagining Sakura replaced with Meiling in the same situation:
"Oh, no suit?" The longhaired girl said,"Take off your clothes and jump on in, I won't tell."
In mere moments the innocence of the moment ended quickly, the splashing ended when Meiling pointed at his plump cock, "What is that?"
"Like to find out?" She nodded. He pressed the tip of his mushroom against her breast, rubbing it ever so slightly against the soft fabric of the swimsuit...
Meiling moaned.
"Time!" Sakura shouted defeating his imagination.
He made up a time for her.
"That is better than the last time, shall I go again."
"Oh, no," he said," there is no need - your timing is perfect - why don't you let me help you dry off?"
“Okay,” she said innocently.
The towel roughed through her hair as he positioned her before the mirror of the changing room. He stood behind her to get a good view of what he was doing. His fingers fiddled with the left stap of the suit daring to take it down and expose everything to the mirror.The towl moved to her bust-line. His hands stayed a very long time rubbing her nipples through the fabric of the swimming suit. His hand went around the plumpness of the right breast.
Sakura bit her lip trying not to notice or moan.
The towl and his adult hand moved to her somach, he rubbed her belly-button through the suit as he positioned his hard-on behind her so that she could feel it.
His hands went to her legs moving from her calves up to her hips trying not to come in contact with the covering over her virgin self. She turned to face him, but in doing so her body came in contact with his hard-on, “Thanks…”
“No, thank you.”
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