My name is Aafi. This is a fantasy fictional story. I’m a divorced 41-year-old guy who has a beautiful and young daughter, Amy. She just turned 19 a...nd I haven’t seen Amy in almost 10 years. But now she has come down to meet me. So this is what happened next.It was morning. Amy was sleeping on top of me. Her head was resting on my abs. I was sleeping like a baby. Amy was the first to wake up.Amy: Hmmm, Dad (God! I fell asleep on dad’s lap. What time is it? It’s still early I think It’s so good. It didn't take long for any resistance I may have had to melt away and soon I was moaning and writhing under her touch. She slapped my pussy hard, making me jump and moan louder. “I thought I told you to stay still slut!” “I'm sorry Sam. I couldn't help myself,” I said. “That's because you are a slut and you will refer to me as Mistress,” she stats before pinching my clit. I wince and stammer, “Y-y-y-yes Mistress.” Samantha smiles, “Good girl,” as she plunges her fingers in again. “That made. Main apko bata du main bahut sexy hu aur mujhse office me bahut log baat karte h aur sabhi log mujhe apni girlfriend banana chahte h. Main aur wo ladka dono log ek acche dost ban gaye the aur ek din mere office ke ladke ne mujhse mera whatsapp number manga aur main usko apna whatsapp number de di aur hum dono log ek dusre se whatsapp par bhi chatting karne lage aur ek din wo mujhe apne ghar ghumane le gaya aur apne ghar le jakar mujhe bahut acche se khana khilaya aur uske bad hum dono log ek. The fabric that stood between me and her flesh loosened, and began to fall away.Her bared breasts were pure poetry. Ample and full, her pink nipples pebbled to points on quarter-sized areola. Heat rushed to my loins in molten anticipation as she continued to unveil her God blessed body.When the last of her black dress had fallen away, her only protection was a sheer set of black lace panties, tightly gripping her hour-glass thighs. Silky smooth legs a mile long stepped casually from the silk at.