The Curve Ball - Samantha Lind Page 0,60
tease my daughter as I finish cleaning her up. Thankfully, she didn’t blow her diaper out. She’s done that a few times when in the jumper.
“What’s going on in here?” Riley asks a few minutes later.
“This one decided that while you were in the shower, it was a good time to make Daddy change her biohazard-level diaper,” I tell Riley from the floor where I’m sitting with Evie between my legs. We have a few toys between us as she works on getting stronger, sitting up on her own.
“Good girl!” Riley praises her. “Way to save the bad ones for Daddy,” she says as she joins us on the floor. Evie flings herself toward Riley, obviously wanting to go to her. I’m sure, in her mind, Riley is her mom and the only motherly figure that she knows.
“Don’t encourage her, she needs to save that crap for when I’m not around. I almost gagged it was so bad.”
“Oh, so she should leave it for me?” she protests. “That doesn’t seem very fair,” she teases.
“Fine,” I give in easily. “Are you ready to head outside?” I ask. With a full day off before I leave on another road trip tomorrow, we have some grand plans to just stay home today and spend the time together, only the three of us.
“Yep,” Riley says, popping the p. “Already got my swimsuit on.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” I ask as I hop up off the floor then offer my hand to Riley to pull her and Evie up. I lead them out to the backyard. Riley sets Evie down on a blanket with a few of her toys then joins her there. She rubs some sunblock all over Evie then does the same thing to herself.
“Here, let me help you,” I offer, holding my hand out for the bottle of lotion. I pour some into my palm then rub both hands together. I rub it all over Riley’s back, making sure to slip my fingertips underneath her bikini straps. They might not just slip under the straps; I take the liberty to move them past the cups, flicking her nipples.
“Justin,” she warns. “Your daughter is right here,” she reminds me, causing my dick to go a little soft.
“Fine, I’ll be a good boy,” I tell her as I pull my shirt off over my head. I’d also already put my trunks on earlier, so I’m ready for the pool. “Want to help me with my sunblock?”
“That depends…” she states, giving me a stern look.
“What?” I ask, pleading my innocence.
“Don’t give me that look. You know exactly what,” she says as she grabs the sunblock and puts a generous amount in her hand. “Roll over,” she demands, and I do just that. I lay on my stomach on the blanket next to Evie. Riley straddles my ass, which, of course, does things to my dick. Her hands glide over my back, the muscles jumping under her touch. “You’re a little jumpy today,” she says as her hands rub the lotion into my skin.
“You would be, too, if you were in my position,” I say into the blanket. I’ve got my head face down as I focus on taking in calm even breaths while she’s torturing me with her hands.
“Dddddd,” Evie babbles from next to me; she must teeter and lose her balance because, before I know it, she’s laying across my head, drool dropping down onto my neck. I squirm, trying to move her and wipe the drool off of me.
Riley busts out laughing, hard enough that I can feel her shaking atop of me. I wrap an arm around Evie and then flip myself from under Riley in one quick move. I grab her mid flip so that I don’t crush or hurt her while I’m moving. “You find that funny?” I ask, pulling her into me.
“I watched it all happen so fast, yet it felt like slow motion,” she says between fits of giggles. “The way your body recoiled when the drool hit your neck was priceless.”
She’s still laughing hard as we lie here. Evie is facing out from my body but being held against it with one arm securing her to my side. “Get it out, babe, just remember that payback is a bitch.”
“It's no worse than being peed on,” she deadpans.
“I’d almost rather that. It felt so gross, which was made worse by it being a surprise,” I tell her as Evie screeches again from my arms.
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