Kabhi kabhi apne danto se uske lund ke gale par kat marti halke se. Jispar uski aah zor ki nikalti.Apne sar ko upar neeche hilati hui uske lund ko apn...e muh mein chodne lagi. Sath hi apne ek hath se neeche apne shorts mein choot ko masalti hui khud ko bhi maza dene lagi. Thodi der uske lund ko ache se choosne ke baad apne muh se use nikali.Aur zor se hatho se hilati hui apna sar neeche lejakar uske ando ko chatne lagi. Woh maze main aah oh karta ankhe band kar leta raha. Lund ke muh par apni. Her scant bikini was stuck to her sumptuous tits and pouty looking camel toe. The sight made her father’s pulse race as he watched her slowly walk back from the water to her beach towel.Greg couldn’t help wondering if Marlee’s attitude lately had anything to do with the way he’d been looking at her. A girl like her had to notice these things. Maybe she resented him. Yet she kept coming to the pool and sunbathing topless when she knew he was home. It was like she was encouraging him. But that. My blood froze in spite of the growing warmth. "How did you know myname?" I demanded, stiffening defensively."That's not really important, is it?" the man grinned again. "What? Doyou think I'm a wizard or something?" I didn't tell you my name," I argued, not moving."Well, maybe you did and maybe you didn't," he allowed. "But that isyour name, isn't it? Shall I call you Bob?"I didn't bother to answer. "And what should I call you?"He shrugged. "Call me whatever you like. Or better yet, just call. It seemed like she was losing the battle with her desires, andwhen the last batch of cookies was in the oven, I had hoped we would beable to pick up where we left off. Unfortunately, Danni was stubbornlystanding about as far away from me as possible in the small kitchen."I'm a bit thirsty," I said. "Why don't we have a little more wine?"Danni knew what I was getting at, of course, but she nodded in assent andpoured two more tall glasses of wine. Maybe it was just what she neededto lift her.