“I pretended like we were an ordinary father-daughter family living in an ordinary quiet neighborhood, keeping busy with work and school, just like ...everyone else around us. I took up a routine, trying to forget the pain, trying to hold together by thinking about my Mom.“I would often hide in my room and cry until I fell asleep. Whenever I could see the moon from my window, I would pray for my Mom, for someone to come, to rescue me.“I hoped for love, joy and laughter. I hoped I could be free of. .Apne baby ko mere saamne dood plane lagyi …Mere nigha ferr unke gol gol mummo pye gayi aur bhabhi mushkurane lagi kush nai boli…Main bhabhi sye bola bhabhi mere ko bhukh lagi hai mere ko v dood dedo … Bhabhi boli wait kar ……Ferr. Bhabhi ne baby k hoonto pye kiss kiya aur sulla deya..Main bhabhi ko bola bhabhi mera dood fir bhabhi rsooi main sye mere liye dood leke ayi aur jhook k mere ko diya aur meri nigaye uss gol gol mummo pye gayi ess war bhabhi boli tu jwan ho gaye ho kitni gff hain teri. The first time I had lustful intentions about my indian bhabhi was when I saw her cleavage while she was cleaning the house. She was about 5ft 5 inches tall, wheatish color and was slim at the time of marriage. I didn’t care about measurements back then. All I did was look at her white bosoms whenever she was cleaning the house. I knew the exact timings, once in the morning and once I’m the evening. I would watch the cleavage, go home and masturbate thinking of her. This started as a harmless. Like that. Gently." I reached down and stroked my cock while fingering your tight hole, the palm of my hand rubbing your labia."How many times can you come?" I asked, rubbing your clit vigorously and spreading your pussy lips."Oooh, your pussy is swollen. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?" I don't know." came your reply, diffident and shy. "Three, maybe four times"."Hmm. That shouldn't be a problem, not that I am purely results oriented."I continued to put my hands all over you,.