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God, just thinking about Maddie masturbating over a video call is making me so turned on I almost cum right away.
I imagine you playing with your tits in front of the video. Moving your hands down your body, taking your panties off.
And that turns you on?
So much. I'm gonna cum soon just thinking about you.
Me too.
Fuck, I wish Maddie was here so I could have my way with her body all over again. I remember what it felt like being inside her and having her hands on my body...
I'm gonna cum now, I say. I wish it was your hand I was feeling.
Me too.
Then I lose control and cum hard. The erotic image of Maddie playing with herself and the feeling of my hand around my cock is too much to handle.
I came too, Maddie texts.
The idea of Maddie coming while thinking about me leaves me satisfied, even though I still long to feel her body against mine.
Good night, I text her. Sweet dreams.
You too.
The next morning, the sun filters through the curtains as I pad into the kitchen. With Gina off on weekends, it's up to me to whip up breakfast. Rifling through the fridge, I find everything I need to prepare a simple feast of scrambled eggs and bacon.
"Deelitish!" Carmen chirps as she enters the kitchen, sniffing the air and still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
I laugh. "It smells delicious," I say, correcting her.
"Deel-i-shuss," she says again, and I smile.
"Want to go out with Daddy today?" I ask, scooping eggs onto her plate.
"Uh-huh!" she nods enthusiastically. "Toilet," she then adds, pointing back into the corridor.
"All right, let's go," I say and rush her back to her bedroom and her bathroom before there's an accident. One thing with having kids is that there's a lot of poop and pee. While I could afford to have staff around me twenty-four/seven, I prefer to have my weekends alone with Carmen, but it does mean I have to deal with the poop and pee—possibly the least attractive thing about parenthood apart from the sleepless night the first couple of years. I did hire a night nanny, though, so I could still sleep. Otherwise, I'd have failed at work, and that was nonnegotiable.
Carmen finishes her business in the bathroom, I help her dress, and then we have breakfast.
"You want to go do art with Daddy today?" I ask her between mouthfuls.
"Art?"
"Drawing and painting."
"Yes, Carmen draw!" she exclaims excitedly.
We finish our breakfast, then make our way to the drop-in art class. It's close by, so we walk.
Carmen eagerly picks up a paintbrush and dives into her creative world as the teacher explains how to blend different colors. The kids get to try mixing red and yellow first to make orange. From there, yellow and blue to make green and so forth. It's nice to watch some of the kids' amazement at what's happening.
I sit with the parents in one corner of the room where coffee and cake are being served. I don't like the smell of the coffee, so I refrain but start chatting with one of the dads.
"Haven't seen you here before," he says. "I'm George."
"Roland. No, I haven't taken her here before. She doesn't go to daycare yet, so I wanted to find more classes like this for her. Seems like a good one."
