. Abhi to aaya hu.. Our abhi hi tujhe khujli hone lagi… Thoda sabr rakh… Tujhe our tere sabhi chhedo ko khub jhula jhulayunga.. Our ye kahte huwe ...maine dusre hath se uske ek doodh ko pakad ke jor se masal diya.. To vo yaaa allaaaaah chikhti huyi uchhal padi… Our dur ho gayi… Our apne chuchi ko sahlate khadi rahi… Tabhi aunty kamre se bahar aayi.. Unke sath shahina bhi thi…. Waaaaah yaar kya kayamat ladki thi… Top our scirt pahne thi… Chharhara badan.. Masoom chehra… Seb ke aakar ke boobs… Halki. The people on this farm were Bortai's sons and daughters, their families, and so on. No hired men or slaves, at least not here. Usually when the old man dies or gets too old to run things, the farm goes to his oldest daughter and her husband. If a farm gets too big and rich, soldiers might get sent to break it up and make some of the people move on. She says that wasn't why they got raided this time, though. Their farm wasn't all that big, and it sure as Hell wasn't that rich. I couldn't make. “Of course,” I reply. You disappear off upstairs, leaving me sitting in the lounge feeling somewhat bemused. I’ve enjoyed such a delightful meal, with a beautiful woman whom I haven’t seen for years. I am now feeling somewhat on edge, by your request for my viewpoint on a dress! Candles flicker in the fireplace as I nervously perch on the edge of the sofa. I wonder what’s going to happen next, as I hear footsteps on the stairs and tentatively lean forward. The sight that greets me takes my. "I think I have concentrated your sperm enough so you're ready to squirt for me. Your sperm should be rich and heavy, just the way I hoped."With that comment, Jess lifted up and pushed me over on my back. Then to my amazement, she got up and squatted down straddling my hips between her thighs."Dad, I'm going to fuck you now, okay?"Without waiting for a response, she grabbed my penis placing its tip directly between her vaginal lips. Then looking straight at me, she slowly lowered herself on to.