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    Knocked Up, By Her Best Friend's Dad.
    Knocked Up, By Her Best Friend's Dad.
    Knocked Up, By Her Best Friend's Dad.
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    Knocked Up, By Her Best Friend's Dad.

    By Hazel Gower

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    I had...
    One night with the man of my dreams.
    One night with my best friends' young, hot dad.
    One night that I will never forget.
    One night that changed everything...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHazel Gower
    Release dateOct 13, 2017
    ISBN9781370753123
    Knocked Up, By Her Best Friend's Dad.
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    Hazel Gower

    I'm a mother of four amazing children. I started writing down my story ideas in high school, and never really stopped. Writing, I have to say, is my salvation. After I've gotten all the kids in bed and have cleaned up, I sit at my computer or sometimes a notebook with a pencil and relax, write, and escape.I love to hear from any of my readers, so feel free to send me an email and like me on Facebook.

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      She gets knocked by her best friend Dad with triplet in this hot short boom. It's cute and fun with lots of passion

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    Knocked Up, By Her Best Friend's Dad. - Hazel Gower

    By Hazel Gower

    © 2017 Hazel Gower

    All Rights Reserved

    No part of this book may be reproduced, copied or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system without written expressed permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is purely coincidental.

    Cover Design: Sinfully Sweet Designs - https://www.facebook.com/SinfullySweetGraphicDesigns/

    Cover Photographer: Shutter Stock – http://shutterstock.com

    Editor: Cassia Brightmore – Beyond the Click Publishing Services

    Formator: SK Designs – http://sexykittendesigns.com/

    The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows, and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as advertisement. Trademark names are used in an editorial fashion with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

    This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or if it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it to the seller and please purchase your own copy.

    All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior express, written consent of the author.

    COPYRIGHT

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    NOTE FROM HAZEL

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    To my fans. Thanks for all your support over the years.

    This book is set in Australia. In Australia, the legal age to drink, vote, get married and so on is eighteen. The characters speak English Australian, so if you see the word ‘arse’ instead of ‘ass’ it is because that’s how we say it in Australia. If you find a word you haven’t heard before, look it up or message me, I’d be happy to talk to you.

    Thanks for looking and I hope you read my book.

    Hazel Gower

    Adam

    I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this wasted. I wasn’t being the responsible parent I’d been the last eighteen years, but my son was moving out and I was now alone. I was sad he was leaving me and growing up, but at the same time happy for him. One thing I was bloody grateful for with my son moving out was Hannah, my son’s shadow, who, over the last two years had started to come more into the light and was driving me fucking crazy, would be moving out too. In other words, there would be no more sleepovers. She'd developed the habit of walking around with one of my shirts tied at her waist, and tiny, bright-colored, cotton undies. Damn, did she fill them out, her arse was tight, perfect globes. Her breasts…fuck, just picturing them had me nearly creaming my pants, all perky and well over a handful. If I didn’t know how bloody innocent she was, I’d think she was teasing me, but Hannah had no idea of her sex appeal. I’d watched as guy after guy had hit on her as she grew into her looks. Looks she seemed to be unaware of. She dated guys that were barely taller than her, and looked like they couldn’t carry her shopping bags. Jamie called them, ‘weak little geeks’ and I hated to agree, but I did too.

    I groaned as my stomach churned. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my thoughts towards Hannah, the girl my son had been in love with for as long as I could remember, and I was being a dirty old man and lusting after, or because I’d been an idiot and had joined in on the drinking games and fun. I now laid on my son’s bed staring at the ceiling, praying I didn’t run to the ensuite bathroom and puke like a teenager on his first binger, not a thirty-four-year-old man.

    Closing my eyes, Hannah’s image met me. She’d grown into her looks. When I'd first met her, she was a skinny six-year-old starting kindergarten a year later than most. A tiny thing, so skinny I worried she wasn’t being fed, she had big green eyes, long lashes and full puffy lips that were all too big for her little face. Her hair, hacked short, had two clips at the side, I assumed to help it look a little neater. She looked like she hadn’t bathed in days. I’d gotten Jamie to invite her around for a play date, wanting to meet her parents and to cheek on the poor little thing, and that was when I learned what type of parents she had, the kind that didn’t care. If Jamie hadn’t become instant friends with the girl, I would have gotten him to at least help her out as much as he could by giving her food and so on. Thankfully, she and Jamie became inseparable and Hannah had practically lived with me and my son.

    Tired, I opened my eyes and pulled down my jeans and threw them on the floor, my shirt soon following. I fell back on the bed on a moan, as my stomach churned again. I hoped everything would stay down if I slept. I closed my eyes again, and didn’t even care that Hannah Wright’s sexy image appeared as I tried to sleep.

    I awoke to a mumbled, Liquid courage. The bed shook and warm, smooth hands ran up my legs, hooked on the top of my boxers, and pulled them down to bring out my rising cock. I could still hear the music going, just not as loud. Groaning, I wondered if I was dreaming. A silky, light chocolate colored mop of wavy hair obscured my vision, and warm full lips kissed the tip of my dick, before heat engulfed it as her mouth opened and took me inside.

    Easing up, I groaned at the sight that greeted me, Hannah had her full plump lips wrapped around my erection, as she sank down on it and rose up again. Fuck, if this was a dream I didn’t want to wake up. She worked my cock, her mouth sucking me as her hand pumped the bottom half she couldn’t fit in. I loved the eagerness that she put into it. I was close to blowing my load at just the image she gave alone.

    I moved my hands down to thread through her thick locks, and curled them around my hand. I paused, and had a moment where I pulled her back knowing, what we were doing was wrong. Her hands came away, but she darted her gaze up my body and licked her lips. My own gaze zoned in on that act, and my other mind took over straining up for her to put her mouth back over it. I watched, transfixed, as she sank down taking as much of me as she could, so much so, that she choked and eased out. Her hand circled my base, pumping, and I groaned in ecstasy. She worked me until I was ready to blow my load, then she pulled back. She yanked her tank top off and undid her bra, her full pert breasts bouncing at being released. She wiggled out of her short shorts, and underwear, and crawled up the bed, her tits swaying and entrancing my gaze to follow them. She smoothed her hands up my legs and when her head came to my thighs she settled for a moment, licking and sucking my cock again, until I was ready for release. She slid off, and rose slowly up, kissing a trail up my body to straddle me.

    I must have been going crazy right then, because as I stared up at the stunning woman, I asked, Are you sure?

    In answer, she brought her hands up and ran them across my chest, then leaned down and kissed each of my nipples. Circling them with her tongue, she shocked me when she bit me. I yelped in surprise, and she giggled and brought her head up so her gaze caught mine. "Yes. I want this.

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