Protection, Zack Merrick, All Time Low

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Zack

Lydia, Kimberlys' Aunt, was asleep and she seemed to be doing well, she wasn't having any trouble and hasn't for the past few days.

Yesterday, Kimberly and I cleaned up her house, and today Kim has decded we're going to tour Manchester, so that I'll see where she has grown up.

"So you saw my old room yesterday," she says, "And I went to school right down the road from there."

Her room was all grey and the bed spread was black, she told me how she had a boy over once and how he had wanted to do things, so she had kicked him out, but when he wouldn't leave, she got her uncle, who ended up getting shot and dying a year later in the police force.

She drove up to a mall, and parked, "I know we can go to one anytime, but I want to show you what I did as a teen."

There was a bookstore in the mall, she went in, buying a few books, making me chuckle, I bought her a couple too, behind her back while she was looking at others. We also went to some bath store where they had bath bombs and other bath things.

"Lets get a bath bomb so we can relax tonight?" I whisper in her ear. She smirks and nods.

She grabs one and sniffs it, making a dissaproving face and putting it back, she died this a few times, and then picks up a galaxy one she likes.

I sniff it too, and approve. We move on to soap, and she deviously grabs one called daddy and hands it to me after smelling it, and then she says loudly, "Look! It's you!" I laugh and smell it too, she clarifies that she was kidding to the few people in the store, and then we check out with the bath bomb and oceanside, daddy body wash.

She continued telling me how she would only go to those two stores and the food court and that's about it.

We go eat something at the food court, and then she takes me to tourist attractions.

"It's been a long day, we should go tell Auntie goodnight and then go to the hotel."

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We get back to the hotel, and she sets some of the bags down gently, and then plops onto the bed. I set the ones I was carrying down too, and I straddled her thighs, but not putting my weight on her.

She grumbles, making me chuckle, and I rub her back, "Shh," I tell her. "She's doing okay. Aren't you glad?"

"Yeah, I suppose we can go home tomorrow?"

"We should relax before a long flight, huh?"

"How?" She asks, seeming to forget that we bought a bath bomb and daddy soap.

"Mm, follow me." I wink at her, and pull her up with me, pulling her shirt off and mine too. I walk her to the bathroom and gladly start running a warm bath, and as I have my back turned, she undresses the rest of the way.

I pull down my jeans and boxers and she goes back in to grab the soap and comes back in.

It's a pretty big tub, in most hotels, it easily fits two people in its jacuzzi. I sit behind her, and she relaxes in front of me, she has her phone and has Netflix ready, but first she grabs her camera and the galaxy bath bomb, and sets it in the water. I lean my head on her shoulder so I can watch it too. Pretty soon the water is colored and glitery, and she relaxes into me again, pressing play on Friends with our Bluetooth speaker connected so we can hear it over the jacuzzi.

I lean my hands up and rub her legs, and she swats at them, locks the screen, setting her phone outside of the tub, sliding it away, and then I take my chance to do it again as she sits back down. I kiss her neck, and she lets out a very soft moan.

I wrap my arms around her waist and bring her in toward me, and she leans her neck onto my shoulder. I take a picture of our legs, grabbing my phone.

"Let me wash you?" I ask her, letting lose of her again and letting the water drain since we've been in here a while.

She nods and smiles, I lean down to kiss her and she kisses back.

"Why are you so good to me?" She asks me.

"You deserve nothing less." I smile.

She stands up, and I smack her perfect ass and she giggles, stepping forward, I close the shower curtain and grab the soaps and starting the shower.

She sqeals as it comes out cold at first, I grab her loofa-like thing and put soap on it, and she looks at the soap, and whispers, "Wash me daddy." We both cackle and I kiss her as I was her back and her legs and all over her, but wait to wash her butt and vagina for in a minute with my hands.

I caress her and she giggles as I tickle her with my soapy hands. "Zacky, will you grow a beard for me?" She asks.

"Hm, I'll think about it."