Brooklyn Reese

My Best Friend's Dad

My heart pounded hard beneath my chest as I steeled myself against the heavy door, attempting to catch my breath. I shifted my focus to the far away sound of the slot machines, concentrating on the hungry cha-ching reverberating from their metal exteriors as they drained money from their greedy victims. The sound was oddly soothing and it slowed my breathing, allowing me a few seconds to clear my head. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, suddenly becoming aware of the moisture between my thighs, my throbbing pussy tingling in anticipation. I had been planning this conquest for the past year, waiting for the right moment, longing to feel his touch at last. Looking around at my surroundings, I took it all in. Eighteen years of saving myself, and this was how I was going to lose my virginity — hundreds of miles from home in a casino hotel — the pungent odor of stale cigarettes and whisky wafting up from the lobby and filling the air. The smell of success, however, was so very sweet. My only real regret was not sleeping with my best friend’s dad months ago.

I met Tory Watkins in grade school after her family moved to the city for her dad’s job. We became fast friends and were inseparable from that point forward. We spent so much time together, in fact, that our parents ended up close by default, hanging out often, spending weekends cooking on the grill or taking the boat out on the lake. As the years went on, our families even began trading off the care of the kids while the adults took vacations to their respective grown-up playgrounds. It was ideal for everyone, and we all adopted each other as a second family. Unfortunately, it came crashing down around us one stormy day in April, just two months after I’d turned sixteen.

Mr. and Mrs. Watkins ended up in a heated argument after they’d returned from a night out. Apparently Kathryn Watkins had too much to drink and admitted to having an affair for the past six months. She cried that she was madly in love with the other man, whom she’d known in her former life, and they were planning to move to his vacation home just outside of Las Vegas. She insisted that Tory stay behind to finish her sophomore year, and that she would fly her out to visit over the summer. Mrs. Watkins moved out that very weekend with the promise she would call soon, but that call never came. Three months passed before the ex-Mrs. Watkins showed up on her old doorstep to finally see her daughter, and Tory, forgiving soul that she is, fell across her lap sobbing that she was lonely and couldn’t take being there without her mother. By that time summer had rolled around and Tory packed her bags, defiant after a fight with her father, swearing she was leaving for good. She did just that as she headed out west to live the glamorous life her mother promised her she would have. She squeezed me tight as she boarded the plane and made me swear to come visit her in SinCity the first chance I had. And just like that, she was gone too.

I felt a sense of responsibility towards Mr. Watkins after Tory left. He was trying to adjust to single life after the divorce and now he’d been abandoned by his daughter to boot. He had been so kind to me over the years, treating me as part of his family, and I wanted to help somehow. I began spending most of my free evenings at his house during my junior and senior years after work, doing little things like tidying up the kitchen and keeping him company. He was grateful for my generosity and teased me about feeling sorry for an old man like himself. He would smile down at me with his piercing blue eyes, and it caused my heart to flutter and skip a few beats every time he did. It wasn’t long before I started to look at Mr. Watkins — Greg as he preferred to be called — in a new light. I couldn’t believe I’d been oblivious to his handsome face and muscular body before, but he’d been like my dad for the past eight years and it had never occurred to me to view him any other way.

The crush I had developed for him awakened feelings in me that I never knew I had. There was a stirring sensation deep inside my belly any time I was near him, and I felt an intense sexual attraction towards him that I’d never had for any of the boys at school. Greg had rugged good looks, fine lines in the corners of his eyes that crinkled just right when he gave that impish little grin, and salt and pepper hair that I longed to run my fingers through. He took great care of his body and it showed.

I had been oblivious to these things before, but one day it all hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew I was in trouble when I found myself admiring the way he filled out a pair of jeans, my eyes roving slowly over the length of his strong body, lingering just long enough on his generous bulge when he wasn't looking to spark off fantasies that I could revisit later. He was incredibly gorgeous, which only made me want to be that much closer to him, in a very different way than I ever had before. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. I longed to run my hands over every curve of his tight muscles. I wanted to feel his tongue working the length of my body, from my toes to my lips, stopping long enough to feast on the important parts in between. I fantasized about him often, and those thoughts consumed more of my mind the longer they went on. I would leave his house each night wet between my legs, throbbing from within, eventually caving to my lust and masturbating wildly, the entire time imagining how it would feel to have Greg’s cock thrusting inside of me, rubbing my clit until I bubbled over the edge, and finally drifting off to sleep to dream about the man I had just come all over my sheets for.

Tonight I had it especially bad. When I got to Greg’s house, he was already outside taking a quick dip in the pool to cool off from the blistering August sun. It was the first time since I realized I had lustful urges towards this man that I’d seen him without his shirt. When he pulled himself up on the edge of the cement enclosure, my mouth watered as his biceps tightened, pulling the weight of his body up, giving me a full-on view of his taut stomach and wet, clingy swim trunks that outlined every inch of his manhood. I instantly moistened my panties and found myself blushing slightly from my naughty thoughts.

“Hey Cam! Want to jump in? The water feels great.”

Oh, god. Would I. “No thanks. I didn’t bring my suit anyway. I just thought I’d pop by and see if you needed any help with anything.”

He studied me for a second in my hip-hugging capris and snug tank, which showed off just enough of my toned midriff to be tempting. I had made a concerted effort to look especially hot today, and it was obvious he had noticed. He lingered briefly at my tits, which were full C’s and stood at attention without my bra, my nipples slightly erect from my constant state of arousal around him. I wasn’t playing fair, but I wanted to kick it up a notch in order gauge his reaction. Judging by his flushed face, I’d certainly made my point. He caught himself and looked away quickly before grabbing his towel to distract himself by drying off.

“I’m sorry, hon. I’ve got a few errands to run and then I’m calling it an early night.” He seemed to be hurrying me along, and that’s when I caught a glimpse of the swelling in his trunks when he brought his towel up to dry his hair.

Grinning, I waved goodbye and turned slowly, swaying my hips just a little more than usual as I walked away, making sure he had a nice shot of my panty-less ass.

“Gotcha” I whispered under my breath once I was far enough out of earshot.

When I got home that evening, I went straight to my room, locked my door and pulled my new vibrator from its hiding spot beside my bed. I had purchased my plaything in an attempt to satisfy my constant craving for Greg's cock inside of me. I wasn’t sure how well that was actually working, but it did manage to keep some of my insatiable horniness at bay, and Greg didn’t seem to notice a difference in how I was acting around him.

Since I was still a virgin, I hadn’t yet worked up the courage to penetrate myself with the stiff, blue rod. For now, my fingers were all I could handle inside my tiny, pink tunnel. When I first took it out of its box, though, I did practice deep-throating it to see how far I could take one inside my mouth. You know, just in case. I knew if I ever got my way, there would be ample opportunity to have the real thing. There was still the possible issue of Greg not being able to look past my age and the fact that I was like a second daughter to him. Or at least so I thought. But judging by the way he had looked at me, I had reason to be at least slightly hopeful. I would definitely have to work on putting to rest any doubts he might have; preferably soon, before I exploded.

I stepped out of my capris, stripped off my tank top, and climbed on top of my cool, crisp sheets. The contact made me shudder and my nipples puckered in response. I put a finger in my mouth and brought it down to trace light circles around the crinkles of my breasts, the stimulation sending jolts straight down the middle of my body. I set my vibrator on low and began fondling the outer folds of my cunt, teasing softly as I traveled into my fantasies of Greg. Oh, sweet Greg. His smiling face and shirtless, rock-hard body in those clingy shorts flashed through my mind. The familiar tingles coursed through me and my pussy responded eagerly, moisture forming around my hole. Slowly I maneuvered the cock around, exploring every inch of skin outside of my pulsing, wet mound. I tickled the opening of my quivering snatch, aching to break through the thin barrier that separated me from complete ecstasy. Several times I had been tempted to plunge the long, thick toy deep inside my pleading tunnel and finally satisfy that need, but I always stopped right before I caved, convincing myself to save it in case I ever ended up in Greg’s bed.

Tonight I chose to be more adventurous. I decided if I was going to save my sweet cherry for Mr. Watkins, then I was going to explore the neighboring passageway instead. After all, I might want to give him that cherry, too. I set the vibration mode a notch higher and flipped over on all fours, spreading my legs wide with my ass high in the air. I started out straddling the shaft, positioning it between the lips of my snatch so that the middle drummed rhythmically against my clit while the tip pushed between the crevice of my ass, teasing the opening of my puckered hole. The soft plastic tickled every exposed area of both of my sacred holes. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Within seconds, I was overflowing with juices. The added lubrication on the tip emboldened me. I brought the blue cock around to the back and penetrated my ass just enough to see if I could take it. The feeling was even more incredible and I began to rock back and forth, getting a little deeper inside my hole, bit by bit, stretching it to make room for the entire length of the cock. The further in I went, the more I became lost in my fantasy.

Juices poured down my hand as I got closer to the edge. I started fucking my ass faster and deeper with each thrust, the width stretching me out, hitting every nerve ending inside my steaming cunt. My asshole was throbbing, but I couldn’t stop; it felt too fucking good. The orgasm was gaining momentum and with one final thrust, I sent myself into a sea of bliss, cum running down my thighs as I bit into my pillow to muffle my screams.

As I dropped my toy to the floor my cell phone rang, jolting me from my trance, coldly snapping me back into a reality that didn’t involve my best friend’s dad fucking my virgin asshole. Without thinking, I snatched open the device and breathed a raspy, ragged, and very annoyed “Hello?” into the receiver.

“Uh…Cam?” came Greg’s voice on the other end.

Oh, shit. I sat bolt upright and struggled to regain some of my composure.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Sure. Sorry. I had just fallen asleep.” I lied. “What’s up?”

“Tory called earlier.”

God. Tory. I missed her like crazy. With her new life, she never seemed to have time for me anymore. She had flown in for all of the important holidays since she’d left, but it wasn’t enough somehow. I missed having my best friend, and some days it left me a tad bitter at how she had bailed on us.

“Oh? How’s she doing?”

I tried to act nonchalant, shame overcoming me as I reminded myself that this was her dad I was hot for. What would she do if she found out?

“She’s great.” His words brought me back and I forced my guilt back down. “She said she misses us both and would love for us to come out next weekend before you two head off to college this fall. What do you say? Are you up for a trip? I’ll treat, and your parents will know without a doubt that you’re in good hands.”

I remember telling him I would love to go. After that everything was a complete blur. In the background I could hear him filling me in on where we’d be staying, the latest shows he wanted to see, how he couldn’t wait to see Tory again. But I couldn’t process any of it. My heart was beating so hard against my chest, I was afraid he could hear it through the phone. Sure, I had gone on trips with Mr. Watkins before, but this was the first time that he and I would be traveling alone together. It was also the first time that I’d be in such close proximity with this man for more than a few hours at a time since I had realized I was sexually attracted to him. I had never before considered being with a man who was my dad’s age — who practically was my dad — but I couldn’t help myself. Everything he did lately turned me on, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep on hiding my feelings. This was finally my opportunity to get the sexy Mr. Watkins alone in his hotel room and offer myself fully to him. Since we obviously wouldn’t be staying at Tory’s house with her mom and new stepdad, I decided this was going to be a cinch. Now to find the courage to seduce him.

Our plane landed ahead of schedule Friday afternoon and I was a nervous wreck. Every time Greg’s arm brushed mine during the flight, electricity shot through my spine. I was on sensory overload by the time we had collected our baggage. As we were waiting for Tory to pick us up I could feel Greg’s eyes on me. I turned to mush the instant I looked up to meet his gaze.

“You doing alright Cammy?” He was staring down at me, his brow slightly furrowed, obviously concerned by my prolonged silence.

I gave him the best reassuring grin I could and even tried to put a bit of a flirty tone in my voice when I told him I was fine, just tired. I felt sick with anxiety, but knew without a doubt that I was going to follow through with my plan this weekend. It was do or die time, and I was more determined than ever. I just had to convince my nerves of that.

Tory pulled up to the passenger pick-up lane and the excitement of seeing her again temporarily masked my apprehension. We spent the evening catching up over dinner at one of the city’s hot spots and before we knew it, we’d been there for almost three hours.

Greg checked his watch. “If we’re going to get to the show, we’d better get moving.”

“I think I’ll take a pass tonight.” I said. “I’m completely wiped from the long trip and the time difference. Why don’t you two go ahead and we’ll make a day of it tomorrow?”

“Aw, Cam,” Tory pouted “Are you sure? We’ll miss you.”

“It’s fine, really. We have all weekend.”

Check-in at the hotel was surprisingly uneventful considering where we were. I guess everyone had already come earlier in the day. Fine by me. I was spent. As Greg picked up our room keys, reality hit hard about where I was and what I was doing, and I started to panic. I bolted to the nearest restroom so that I could get my cold feet under control before Greg noticed that something was wrong. I swiftly made it through the casino floor, pushed through the heavy door, locked the stall behind me and leaned back, fighting to catch my breath.

I stayed in there long enough to calm myself down completely and pull my confidence levels back to where they'd been when we boarded the plane. I simply refused to back out now. Once I had myself back under control, I smoothed back my hair and headed back towards the check-in desk, where I found Greg waiting for me as I approached.

"Hey, Tory's out in valet waiting so she doesn't have to park. I'll run my bags upstairs right quick and then be on my way."

"Here, I'll take your bags. Just give me your extra key. Then Tory won't have to wait as long."

He gratefully handed me one of his room keys, kissed my cheek, and disappeared into the crowd by the curb.

When I got to my room, it was sweltering inside. What the hell? I turned the air conditioner on and was immediately met with a burst of warm air. Crap. A quick call to the front desk was futile. Their maintenance guys were inundated with repairs. Worse yet, they were booked and couldn’t move me to a new room, but they assured me they would do their best to be up in a few hours. A few hours? I would melt by then! I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep at that moment. There was no way I would be able to sleep like this, though. I paced my room for several minutes before I caught sight of Greg’s spare key on the nightstand. Hm. I guess I could doze for a few minutes on his bed until he got back. Hopefully by then my air conditioning would be fixed. I grabbed some things from my bag — might as well shower while I was there — and headed down the hall to his room.

The cool water hitting my hot skin felt incredible. I stood there forever enjoying the pulsing spray on my body. I let my mind wander to Greg, as was pretty common these days. He looked so good today in his crisp white button-down and khakis. The fabric clung to his hard body in all the right places. It was difficult keeping my focus on Tory when he looked so damned delectable. My hands roamed south as if on autopilot, and I felt myself moisten in anticipation. My fingers found my hard little nub and I began rubbing, urging the release of the pent-up tension I had been feeling all day around Greg. I fell back against the wall, spreading my thighs wide as I played with my clit with one hand and fingered my puckered hole in back with the other, sliding in and out slowly to prolong the pleasure. The double stimulation sent me over the edge in no time. I cried out, my voice echoing against my tile enclosure. My entire body went limp as I slid down the wall to relish my sweet release.

Still in my towel, I collapsed on Greg’s bed. “I’ll just lay here for a few minutes”, I thought. That was the last thing I remember before hearing Greg’s voice in the distance.

“Cameron? Cam? Cam, honey, wake up.”

I opened my eyes to see Greg standing over me and I bolted upright. Shit.

Greg’s eyes dropped as I felt my towel fall open. Oh, god. I’d completely forgotten I was still wearing that. He immediately averted his gaze, blushing at what he’d seen.

“Uhm…” he stammered.

“Oh, geeze, I’m sorry.” I jumped up off the bed hugging my towel tightly to my body as I stood. Greg seemed frozen there in front of me.

“I, uh, the air conditioner is out in my room. I came here to cool down and I must’ve dozed off.”

But Greg didn’t say anything. He just stood there, the shock of seeing me naked still written on his face. I watched him for a second and allowed my eyes to wander the length of his body, taking him all in again. He still looked as good at the end of the day as he had when we got on the plane. Damn. When I reached his belt, I noticed the same swelling down below as I had that day at his pool. It was the perfect opportunity to make my move. I let go of my towel and let it drop to the floor.

“Cam? What are you…?”

I didn’t let him finish. I stood on my tiptoes and covered his mouth with mine, hungrily searching for his tongue. His response was slightly delayed, but it didn’t take long for him to recover. He grabbed my waist, pulling me into the kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth in response. He moaned and I felt him grow harder against my belly. He brought his hands around to my taut ass, grabbing on hard with both hands, melding me into him. He pushed away long enough to catch his breath.

“Cam, oh god, honey.”

“I want you so much. Please, Greg, fuck me tonight. Take me here. Now.”

He growled as he came down on my mouth again, more forcefully this time, sliding his hands up my tiny waist, cupping my tits in his large hands. The feel of his hands on my skin sent shockwaves throughout my body and I felt the bubbling sensations start low in my navel once again. Jesus. The effect this man had on me was mind-blowing. My pussy started throbbing when I felt his hand move to my mound. I stepped back to unbutton his shirt, roving my hands over his smooth, muscular chest as I pushed it down around his waist. I worked my tongue along the crook of his neck and inched downward until I reached the top of his pants. Dropping to my knees, I pulled his belt off and looked up into his eyes. They sparked like an electrical storm as he looked back at me with raw lust. I popped the button open on his slacks and his cock sprang free, thick and begging to be sucked, and I grabbed onto his shaft, pulling the head towards my mouth. I ran my tongue over the tip first, tasting the salty moisture drip from the end onto my lips. I heard him draw in his breath when I put the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around inside. Slowly I worked his length further in until I felt it tickle the back of my throat. I loved feeling his thick meat pulsing inside my mouth. I pulled back and pushed down on him over and over, bringing the head further back into my throat with each stroke. I cupped his balls with one hand, massaging gently as I took him deeper inside my mouth. Greg grabbed the back of my head and I heard him make a strangled noise his hot cum sprayed the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily, taking in every drop I could with each burst, loving the tangy taste of his sperm as it went down.

Greg pulled back and collapsed onto the bed, fighting to even his breath.

“Oh my god, Cam. Dear, sweet Jesus. That was fucking incredible.”

I lay down on the bed beside him, smiling in satisfaction at the amazed look on his face. His eyes deepened as he worked them over the length of my body, coming back to meet my eyes, sending tingles throughout my middle.

“I think it’s time to give you a nice little gift of your own in exchange.”

With that he rolled over on top of me and spread kisses over the corners of my deep brown eyes, my turned-up nose, my dimpled chin; taking his time to taste every inch of my skin. He moved downwards until he met my puckered nipples, running his tongue in circles around each one, sucking on the ends of the deep, pink peaks and sending jolts of electricity up my spine. His mouth continued its explorations, stopping to tease the ticklish spot inside my belly button. I opened my legs wide in a silent invitation, and he readily obliged. When I felt the heat of his breath on my mound, I almost came unglued right then. Very carefully he licked each side of my cunt, teasing the most sensitive area around my folds. I moaned and lifted my hips, offering him more. He brought his hot mouth down over my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over the hardened nub until I saw stars.

“Oh, Greg. Mmm. Yes, baby, right there.” I gasped.

His experienced tongue worked magic between my thighs. In and out, around, back and forth. He touched places I didn’t even know existed. My body started to shake and he moved back over my clit, sucking and flicking until I couldn’t take anymore. I cried out, grabbing at his hair, and shoved my cunt against his face. I felt my orgasm come from the ends of my toes, my vision growing dark around me as the juices poured from my insides and down over Greg’s chin. He kept licking, more gently than before, until the boiling intensity of my explosion slowed to a simmer.

He smiled up at me and crawled up to look me in the eyes. I grabbed the back of his neck without saying a word and lapped up every drop of my cum from his chin. Greg groaned with delight and I felt a stirring between his legs.

“Cam, you are so beautiful.”

His cock was soon rock-hard again and he positioned himself against the opening of my slit. I begged him to fuck me. I needed to feel his thick cock stuffing me full at last. He slowly began to push his cock inside of me, but my tiny hole resisted his girth.

Looking down at me with a quizzical expression, he asked, “Are you…?”

“A virgin?” I finished.

Greg nodded slowly.

“Yes," I told him. "Is that okay?”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, lust and concern mingled in his eyes.

“More than anything.”

That was all the permission he needed. Greg slowly and patiently squeezed past the barrier of my tight pussy, letting out a low moan once he was completely in. This was beyond anything I’d ever experienced on my own before, and I let out a little gasp at the feel of having him inside of me. I had never imagined it could feel this good. My insides swelled up around his thick cock, taking hold of his flesh as he filled every part of me.

I felt the need to come bubbling up inside again. The longer I held off, the wetter I became and the harder Greg fucked me. Finally, I couldn’t take the pounding to my clit anymore and I let out a hard gush, screaming out Greg’s name as my cunt squeezed down on his cock, sending more juices flowing out onto the bed.

Greg smiled down at me, his eyes beaming. “Damn, girl. What’s gotten into you?”

“You. You’ve gotten into me. And I don’t ever want you to leave.”

With that, he flipped me over the side of the bed, pulling my ass up into the air towards him with his strong hands. I barely had time to speak another word before I felt his cock stuffing me full from behind. I cried out in ecstasy as each thrust filled my sopping, pulsing tunnel. His hands gripped my ass as he plunged inside my pink folds again and again, his balls smacking against me from the force. I didn’t want him to stop. His dick filled me perfectly, stretching me around him, squeezing his shaft, causing just the right amount of friction. Minutes later Greg’s body stiffened and his breathing became ragged.

“Oh god, Cam. I love your sweet ass. You feel so goddamn good.”

Then he let out a deep growl as he pumped my snatch one last time, overflowing me with his steaming hot cum.

We both fell over onto the bed in exhaustion, curled up next to each other, and fell into a deep sleep.

Several hours later I felt Greg’s fingers lightly stroking my skin. I peeked open my eyes and found him staring at me.

“I can’t believe we did this,” he whispered.

“Are you sorry that I seduced you?”

“Are you crazy? Hell, no! I just never imagined you would do that with someone your dad's age.”

“I don’t care. You are not my dad. You are the sexiest, hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I stay horny every second I’m around you.”

Greg looked over at me with a sexy grin. “Want to take a shower?”

I laughed. “You bet I do.”

Under the hot steam, we took turns soaping each other down, Greg taking his time to explore all of my most sensitive areas. He was teasing me so much; I thought I was going to come again without having his cock anywhere near me. I’d finally had more than I could stand and turned my back towards him, pressing my hands up against the shower wall.

“I want you to fuck me again. Right here, right now.” I purred, looking back over my shoulder to see his thick shaft swelling as I spoke.

He gave me a sly grin and moved in towards me, rubbing his hands along my slick body, pressing himself up against my back, his hard cock eagerly resting between my ass cheeks. He bent down to kiss my neck, working his hands up around to cup my breasts. I moaned in anticipation.

“Fuck me in my ass.” I stated, ensuring he knew quite well which hole I wanted him in.

I felt his hot breath on my ear as he pushed his cock past my cheeks and pushed through my puckered ass. I let out a gasp, then a moan. He slid gently in and out of my sacred tunnel, the feel of his swollen cock stuffing me full.

I rocked back into him, forcing him to fuck me harder. He brought his hands down to my clit and began rubbing in time to his thrusts. Greg’s cock was growing harder and his breathing quickened, his finger circling faster around my hard nub. The feeling of my orgasm built up fast and before I knew it, my pussy clamped down, sending me reeling through yet another darkened tunnel of bliss. I was still coming when I felt Greg’s cock jolt and spew his hot cum into my ass.

“You…” Greg panted, “are amazing.”

He turned me around and kissed me hard before adding, “Don’t ever let me wake up from this.”

We fucked every chance we got throughout the weekend, discovering each other’s bodies, setting off fireworks between us after every explosive orgasm. We did our best to act normal around Tory, and I’m pretty sure we pulled it off as she seemed completely oblivious to the sexual tension burning between us while we were around her.

On the flight back home, Greg looked at me, a smile playing on his lips.

“Do you have any regrets about me being the first person you’ve slept with?”

“Are you kidding me?” I laughed. “You are an amazing, incredible lover, and if you’ll have me, I’ll take you any day, any way, for as long as you want. I’ve been fantasizing about this for an entire year.”

He cocked one eyebrow at me and gave me his best I-want-to-fuck-you-now stare. “Is that so? Well, just wait until I get you home, young lady.” With that, he grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge forming beneath his pants.

“Do you really think you can wait?” I teased, looking back towards the lavatory. “I’m willing to try for the Mile High Club if you’re up for a little gambling.”

Winking, I got up and sashayed my panty-free ass to the back of the plane, Greg following closely behind.

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Brooklyn Reese
My Best Friend's Dad