“well Daddy your cock begs to differ. He's pretty excited.” it was all so sudden. she starts stroking my cock and I was moaning while she was look...ing into my eyes. “mother is gone now Daddy Let Me Be Your Woman. Ahh! You stroke me so good! Your hands are so soft! Daddy, I know you been thinking about me and in a lustful manner as well! Tee-hee you're so hard! The old saying is a dad is supposed to take care of his child. that may be true but a daughter is also supposed to take care of her. .," as I shook my head. I could see the fury in her eyes. Ever since Dad had died a year ago in a car accident coming home from work, Mom had hit the bottle. Non-stop drinking, coming home very late, doing god knows what. Shit, god has nothing to do with this. God didn't save my Dad when he fought for his life on the hospital bed. There's no use yelling and screaming in my head any more. The pain of seeing him in that coffin, motionless, never goes away. Back when Dad was still breathing, life. It was a nice meal and the company was quite pleasant and fun. We all seemed to get along great. We did this a few more times, becoming more and more friendly with each visit. One day, we had arranged a day trip to a more rustic part of the state. I arrived and was helping with some chores when the wife asked me to come sit with her on the couch. She thanked me for taking a chance on them and helping them get more acclimated to the area. She said that her family really thought I was a great. . Usako samj gaya ki mereko pata chala hai kyunki jab mene sites open ki tab voh mere piche hi thi..2min awkward situation thi koi kuch nahi bol raha tha..Thodi der bad radhika hi bol “Are rahul sale tum log nahi dekhte ho kya” usame kya..Aja gharpe koi nahi hai toh mera mood huva esiliye dekh rahi thi..Me manhi man khus ho raha tha soch raha tha sali ye toh thadki likali..Fir mene usake pass jake bola radhika aja mera bhi mood hai..Fir kya hum yahi toh chahte the etane dino se tut pade.