Sand gayee kee chut kee upar chad kar apnaa lund dalne kee koshish kar rahaa thaa aur baar bar uskaa 2-3 feet lambaa laudaa gayee kee gaand kee aas pa...ss fisal zataa thaa aur kucch bachee is bat par taleyaa baza kar saaand koo fer se garam karnee ke liyee prottsahit kar rahee thee. Mee yadee aaz meree Papa kee sath chudyee karnee kee baat na hotee to turant vahaa see bhag zatee par me to parlour se hee garam hokar aaye thee aur iss nazaree ko dekhkar to to mereee chut bahut zor se bhadak uthe. By now I was getting rather cold myself. Shivering cold. But shivering as well in that epiphanous someone-walking-on-my-grave sort of way. Rummaging through this trunk and finding the realization that I wasn't young anymore. Somehow over the years I'd shed that self of a bright young man ready to seize the world by its throat and give it a good shake, only to be transformed into--good god!--a competent father. The sad sort of creature who makes sure that his daughter has a warm fuzzy blanket. It didn't take long to turn it hard and about the same time it was finally ready for me he woke up an started rubbing his fingers through my hair and guiding my month up and down his shaft. I continued for a few more minutes and then sat up and climbed on top of him, reaching down and slowly guiding his rod into my waiting wet pussy. I was so wet that it slid right in and went deep.I sat up and started riding him hard, pulling him in and our of me as I thrashed on top of him. I could see the. Colby was wearing evening gloves witha satin-like black gown that hugged her body, faux-diamond earrings and necklace, and high heels. I openedthe door and saw this awesomely sexy, incredibly gor-geous, elegant woman and her 12-inch red cigaretteholder with a freshly lit More in it. When we got aroundto talking about it later, I asked her, “Where did youfind the holder?” “Did you like it?” Colby teased. I raised my hands as ifto say, “what do you think?” She.