I laid down for some time, got up, wore my nightie without washing as I wanted to savour the stickiness of Virat’s honey over my navel and thighs. I... had the food brought my Virat which was mutton biriyani and chicken kebabs. My daughter came from school and I told her to have the food on the table and she asked me who brought the biriyani.I told her Uncle Virat had brought them and she had her food. My husband, Hari came in the evening and eyed the food packets and must have understood what had. When we saw the chopper coming over the trees, Roberta hugged me, one more time, kissed me on the mouth, smiled into my eyes, and said, "I know you like girls more than boys. We'll talk about it when I come back. I can help you learn to deal with those feelings. Don't be afraid of how you feel. I promise, Angela, it will be Ok." She was gone in a heartbeat, and I was left wondering what the universe had gotten me into this time.As with every other day since arriving home from the hospital, I. "Stand up and slowly take off your clothes for me," I asked her."Do a little strip tease for your daddy. Please baby," I asked softly."Anything you want daddy, just ask," she eagerly replied.My sexy little teenage daughter stood in front of me and tried to look as sexy as she slowly gyrated her hips. She pulled her night shirt up over her head, first revealing a sexy pair of sheer lace pink bikini panties. Next her tight smooth tanned stomach until finally her sweet little pale white breasts. She really pushed back against him as he slammed into her pussy, no longer attempting to be gentle. That's not to say that she wanted him to be mild about it, either. She was gladly taking it, excitedly accepting his dong into her twat.For missionary-style sex, it was on the wilder side of it for sure, as witnessed by the sweat pouring their faces. She was still holding onto his body, pressing against him and helping move his dick into her cunt whenever it returned to her womanhood. He gave her.
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