There Shilpa didi and me see that Swati didi is feeding the baby constantly; by seeing this Shilpa didi said to Swati didi; what are you doing Swati y...ou have no milk to feed the baby because only a mother has milk to feed the baby then Swati didi said didi I don’t feeding the baby when you go to kitchen she starts crying that’s why I took her on to my chest; while at that time I saw that Swati didi moves her chunni from the suit when I were going to the kitchen. Then didi took the baby from. I was tight. But I needed him inside me so. I nodded the go-ahead and he drove his hard dick inside me. I squealed and wondered if he'd grown. I spoke to the camera, complimented that he would watch me, later, once he felt like revisiting that fucking session."Raise your chest. I want to see your nipples while I fuck your ass."I raised my upper body as he fucked me and spoke the directives to me that drive me wild. Daddy rode me very hard that day as I spread my ass cheeks to receive all of his. When she was done; she asked Dev to remove his shirt and throw it in a corner for her to wash it later. Dev was wearing a sleeveless vest underneath, which amply emphasised his athletic chest and biceps. Ritu cleaned the flour from Dev’s biceps and arms. She worked clinically. She did not look hassled any more. She was at ease. She casually felt Dev’s biceps in her hands. She caressed them lovingly (I thought). I saw a flicker of admiration in her eyes as she felt Dev’s muscles.Some flour had. She let out a little moan. "What was that Amy?" she heard someone say as her eyes flashed open. Mr A, her math teacher was standing by her desk. He had seen her not working and close her eyes and decided to see what she was doing. Up close he could see her red cheeks as she looked flushed with embarrassment. This was unusual, as Amy did not usually care that she was caught not working. "Is everything alright Amy?" Mr A asked. "I'm fine sir, just thinking about this afternoon." She replied..