Maza salma naslyane himod zala hota. aata aaishi sex kon karnar. tithe kon yenar pan navta. to pathan, che ,to tar aaila beti haak marat marat ase. to... 60-70 varshacha mhatara asla tari barya paiki takadvan hota. tyacha pot thod sutla hota. tyachya mothya dadhiche kes pandhare karde zale asle tari tyachya jaad bhuvaya aani dole mothe kele ki to rakshasa sarkha vatayacha. tyacha potavar chativar va pathivar kesancha jungle hota.Tasa to cheharyavarun khup sadha vatayacha. aamchyashi vhishesh karun. "Dad, it came out of your boxers." I don't think so, honey," I lied. "Dad," she said warningly."It's okay," I said. "I'm not going to put it in you, I'll just rub it along the outside."She sighed angrily, but stopped protesting. I rubbed my cock head on her clit some more, back and forth and heard her breathing become more rapid. Soon, her slit became relubricated with her juices as I stimulated her clitoris. When I pulled my hips back and pressed them forward, I felt my cock head connect with. To be honest, I rarely notice anymore. But there was something different about her. She was striking.She first appeared for a month last January. Her fit 5’11” frame was laid out on a plush towel like a display of feminine perfection, yet not calling attention to herself. She wore a blue string bikini that barely covered, allowing the sun’s rays to have their way on her glistening tan skin. Dark glasses hid her eyes. Her long blond hair flowed freely. She was elegantly risqué.Each day she. I soon found out that for a place in need of a maintenance man; Dream On Research was a pretty low maintenance place. I was usually called upon for the most menial tasks – Changing light bulbs, Looking at thermostats in offices; Clearing a blocked drain in a break room. But these things hardly took up the bulk of my 8 hour days. Vera assured me that times when I had nothing to do weren’t a problem; They just wanted me available whenever something should pop up. While tasks weren’t popping up.