Mai aunty ki choot k sath sath unki gand ka ched bhi chate ja rha tha.Fir anty ki sedha leta k mai anty ki choot pe tut pada anty mre sir ko apni chut... me dabaye ja rhi rhi aur ahhhhh siiiiiiii oyeeeeee maaaaa ki awaze nikal nikal k choot chawaye ja rhi thiAnty: mra chotne wala haiItna bol k mre sir ko anpi choot me bada liya muje sans lene me thodi taklif huyi but ne adjust kiya aur anty ki choot ka pura pani chaat gya.Anty jhadne ki waja se thodi dheli pad gyi thi fir mai uper ja k unhe kiss. I remember those cute little romper and jumper sets. She’d wear white button up blouses, peter pan collars and capped shoulders. She was as cute as a button; kind of a miniature, baby sized, Barbie. Yeah, I tracked her down like she was a young deer. Once I got her in my sites it was all over. Sure bet, I wasn’t worried. I knew when I was ready she’d end up with me, and she did.Greta’s small; to say she’s five foot two is a stretch and she weighs less than a hundred pounds. She’s petite; she’s. He followed me through to the kitchen and I watched him with his tape measure and he didn't seem to try and hide his increasingly long and obvious glances at my tits. He soon finished and went into the bathroom and after a minute or so he called me in. He asked me to stand at the sink and turn on the water, which I did. Within ten seconds I could feel him standing behind me and he suddenly began to rub my arse and whispered into my ear that I was turning him on.He then took my arse in his hands. Daddy really was a big man, and my keen 20-20 vision, followed the thick venous veins pulsing with warm blood, along his length, as the protective foreskin peeled back to reveal its bullet like head, and a dew-drop of seminal fluid building on its snake-eye, I could feel my pink saliva moistened tongue, draw across my even pinker lips, as that dew drop tantalising hung in mid air, with the threat of being lost on the dusty wooden floor for ever.Daddy advanced towards me, as if in slow motion,.