"Great! It's got me all worked up," he joked and then winked. "Good dad, how was the workout?" I replied. ![]() "How's it going Steve?" he asked, sweat dripping down his legs. My dick got bigger and I walked back into the kitchen so he wouldn't notice me tucking my hard-on up into my waistband.Ī few minutes later the rowing stopped, and my dad walked into the kitchen to eat a banana. I watched as his arm muscles bunched and he pulled hard on the rower arms, his powerful thighs flexed at the same time to push his body back. He was sweating, and I could smell the salty metal tang of it. He was breathing hard and just glanced at me and nodded before going back to concentrating on his workout. ![]() My cock started to harden in my shorts thinking about it, so I walked in to get a peek. I could hear him pumping away on the machine from the kitchen where I was preparing my morning protein shake. My father Dave was working out hard on the rowing machine in our living room.
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