Main naha k aya to daikha hina mere bed pe so rhi he or usne fit top or trouser pehna hua he wo bohot hot lag thi thi main dil main khush hogaya k aj ...to man ki murad pori hone wali he isi soch main ja k main hina k brabr me let gaya main just shorts main tha uske side pe let gaya room main andhera tha bs table lamp ki light thi us me hina bohot mast lag rhi thi mene apna hath uske boobs pe rkha or unhe slow 2 dabane laga phir top k andr hath dal k boobs se khelna laga usne bra n pehni thi islye. .Daddy slide his hand up my thigh and slide his fingers over my mouth teasing my little pussy before he would even touch my clit. The moment he did I felt like I was going to explode. I moaned and daddy slowly rubbed my clit with the tip of his finger... tiny little circles his finger slide down my slit to the entrance of my pussy. He slide his finger to the knuckle and I moan. Daddy pulled away and said kitten I want you to turn around and press your back against me, Daddy's going to take. Martha had chuckled at my remark and nodded again with a smile and was already speaking: ‘ That’s what is so good here, … with us, talking like this, just talking. At home, we always did, if it happened, but then, even though no one asked at home, it was always still a little embarrassing, thinking that they might be wondering and have their own thoughts about it.’ I nodded, wondering what my parents’ thoughts were, they had certainly had some late misgivings about leaving us alone together –. A few weeks later the Yankees came to town and I bought tickets to all three games. Box seats no less and I told Lilly I was going to make a Yankees fan of her. Laughing she vowed that never would happen but shoot my best shot. I picked her up a couple of hours before the game and we talked on the way to the game. I found myself asking here questions about her boy friends. She said she didn't like boys because she was too small for the guys she liked. I asked her what guys she liked and she.