Or may gar may akela beth gaya may or sirf mere mamee jan hee thee mere mamee ke kam walee nahi aai thee to wo gar ka kam karrne may masruf ho gai. Or... may apne mobail se kehlne laga itne may mere samne mamee jan aaii wo gar ke safai kar rahi thee to mere nazar un k boobs par pare us din unhoo ne whit color ke shlwar kamez pehne huee thee or under black color ka brezar pehna huwa thaa.may to dekhta hee reh gaya but unhoo ne feel nahi kya thaa. Kahir wo safi may masruf thee or may apne mobail se. It was warm but quickly cooled, I looked at Daddys beautiful dick in front of me, craving for attention, I remembered how good he made me feel with his mouth, I wanted to do the same thing for him, daddies dick wasnt big in reality just under 7 but it was thick, so chunky that to me at that age it looked like a monster, a beautiful sexy monster. I felt daddy pop my package out of his mouth and let it rest on his neck, then he pulled his finger out of my ass, making my flaccid dick twitch a bit. "I knew you were checking me out," she said. "I saw you in a mirror when I was up on the ladder." "Guilty," I said. Kelly smiled and turned around. She didn't say a word. I instinctively looked down as her hands ran over each cheek, and without any hesitation she wiggled the sweats around her hips and they fell to her ankles. Her cheeks were nicely shaped and essentially uncovered by the baby blue thong she was wearing. "Beautiful," I said. She turned her head to look at me. "As nice as you. He did a quick tally: "Five." Hmmm. I have three," I said, watching his face carefully to make sure I caught the disappointment when he realised I was actually wearing panties, which are not part of our tradition with this school dress. "I'll have to put on some socks," I said reaching back into my bag and bringing out the next part of my master plan to soften him up.I had them already pre-rolled and ready to go: sheer white stockings with elasticised lacy tops that don't need suspenders. I sat.