Ab ki thori meri tarf ko gerai to main socha ke main otha detan hoon or saath hi aunty ve keys othane ke leya juki to keya huya ke jab hum dono kedam ...juke to hum dono hi apas mi tikara gaye, or mere hoonth aunty ki garden ko tauch ho gaye. Jab main aunty se takraeya to mere jism me ek kabnai si durane lagi or mera lund ekdam kharda ho geya, aunty ne ve mere lund ko dekh leya tha or ader hi ander aunty khush ho rahi thi, aunty ne muje kaha ke app ne to hamar ghar vi achi tharan se nahi dekha. I smiled and said, "You don't have to close your porn because of me, I don't mind." He sheepishly explained that it was distracting anyways. I showed him this large but skinny book I'd brought with old scifi and horror movie posters beautifully adorning its pages. I gave it to him, knowing his obsession with MST3K and classic movies was worse than mine, and how he would appreciate it even more than a nerd like myself. He handed me a four movie dvd set of some classic horror films I was half. Then she had gently let him go and stood in front of him, her sexiest outfit, her delicate curves and her slightly parted lips silently screaming out ‘Fuck me, Daddy!’It was surprising, wasn’t it, how embarrassed she felt now that the moment had arrived. But she had been craving her father for so very long. She had spent far too many nights awake in her bed trying to quiet that lust between her legs using her own fingers because her daddy wasn’t there to do it for her. She wasn’t going to be. Looking at the large woman, Shuana was happy that rage wasn’t directed at her.Clearing her throat, Shuana replied, “There is something that you need to read.”Angry, Marguerite retorted, “What? He’s firing me? He can’t fire me. I already quit!”“Ah, Marguerite. You really need to read this,” said Shuana while she held out the magazine. It was opened to the article.Marguerite stomped over to the door and grabbed the magazine out of her hand. With the magazine crumpled in her fist she carried it to.