.Or isse bhi teri tarah randi bana doonga.Par itna hai nishta teri behen tujhse jyada hot hai….Nishta–haan han bana lo bana lo…Atleast bahar ki ...randiyon se to acha hai k ghr main hi raho..Or itna yaad rajkhna nisha bhi kam nahi hai..Acha suno phone cut mat karna main sunna chahti hoon sab kuch…N jiju ne phone table par rakha n mere baalon se clip hatayi or khol diye mere baal phir kissing me on my cheeks,neck,n lips very hardly n i feel wetty inside.Then unhone meri kameej utari n meri bra par. His face was expressionless as his eyes focused on me. His hand continued to stroke the tip of his cock which indicated his approval or perhaps his acceptance of the inevitable.Devonte’s hands reached in front of me, his fingers curled over the front of my bra and with a hard yank my bouncing breasts were exposed. His large hands squeezed the tender flesh of my breasts accentuating my erect nipples.“Damn, look at these juicy melons.” His hands lifted them up to my chin and let them drop. His. I can love you and guide you. I can be your pretend father. We will never be lovers," my hug ended in a cringe. 'Pretend Father?' where the fuck did that come from?"I would like that," my new daughter's voice whispered with a sniffle from beneath a shroud of blond hair."Would you teach me about sex?" she asked as she lifted her head and looked into my face, "I mean like a real father," she quickly added as my eyes widened in alarm. The shine in Star's eyes made me doubt her sincerity, but it. “Jenny,” she said. Mezmerized, I watched as she hit several wedge shots to warm up. She’d worn a hot pink polo with khaki shorts and a tan which complemented her golden bob. Everything about her body shouted firm – breasts, tummy, bottom, thighs. I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my own khaki shorts. After a small bucket of balls, we walked together to the first morning’s lesson and shared some idle talk. There were a handful of middle-aged couples and a dozen or so guys of varying ages..