Tony lifted himself out of bed and went to answer the phone. Katy, feeling his absence, tried to listen in. "Oh, hi Dad," she heard Tony say, and then she stopped listening too closely. She checked the time - still not yet noon: the whole day lay ahead, though she knew that Tony would be out for most of the afternoon playing football, and then going to the pub for a post-match beer.
Tony wandered back into the bedroom, his semi-erect cock swinging in front of him. "Dad's coming over this afternoon," he said, putting on his pants. "Hope you don't mind enertaining him. He said it was something to do with wedding arrangements, and you know how I turn off when we talk about those. You don't mind do you?"
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