Mark tumbled through the air, still dazed at what just happened. Before he could even think this was the end he landed on a soft and crunchy surface. Still a little wobbly from his air time, Mark sits up to realize he was standing on some papers in his dads home office. Your brother had kicked you out of your room, across the hall, and onto his fathers desk. As if on cue, Jack walks in still only wearing some white briefs. He yawns as he lumbers in, scratching his buzzed cut head, and then his slight belly. As he walks around the desk Mark has a clear view of his dads large package and bubble butt. He turns and sits in his chair, oblivious to his small son watching him. Mark walks to the edge of the desk and looks down, below his dads thighs and package lay across the leather chair as Marks father begins working on a Saturday. Mark yells to his dad to no avail as his father stretches across the desk, getting slightly out of his seat, shaking the desk and making Mark fall...
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