He feels so fucking good! His large powerful hands cupped my plump ass cheeks as he pushed up into me. I was still leaning against him, arms wr...apped around his neck. My tits smothered him, brown skin melded with my own. My brother. My God, my big brother was fucking me—making love to me! "Yes, yes, yes!" I chanted, abandoning discretion. Davon didn't seem to mind too much. He'd gotten just as loud. "Like that?" He asked into my chest, his cock slamming even harder inside of my. Then I were peeped through window there was some gap between carton what I saw my daughter Rekha was reading the book and her one hand in salwar and she is fingering her pussy surely, I were happy now Rekha is so much excited and she need a hard dick to fuck her hard. Evening time Rekha prepared the dinner she didn’t see toward me she feeling shy and hesitation to talk with me and she finished kitchen work very fast. She displayed food on dining table and called me dad dinner is ready, I said. . then what? Walk home in such feminineattire? Well why not?I laid my plans accordingly. That afternoon at just turned four o'clock,I showered, shaving my body free of any stray hairs and then I shaved myface very closely. I put on my new gaffe, which hid my junk away andpresented a smooth feminine front. I then dressed in a pair of high cutstyle panties which covered the gaffe. Finally I put on my Normalclothes. Jeans, a t-shirt and a jumper. I put on a light grey bomberjacket that would suit. You should look at me and want to kiss me. To stroke my hair back and let me kneel before you. I wanted to be ready to serve you, caress your body, touch it and give myself to you. But you just sent me this link and said that I no longer have to decide how to dress for you.When I was later at home, I lay awake in bed for a long time. You couldn't have been serious, could you? You don't really expect me to spend so much money on something I don't like myself. I stared at the picture again..