What're you called?" Tracey." Fuck me! We got a right pair of fucking wierdies here. At least 'buttercup' means something. But when in the name of fuc...k did 'tracey' ever fucking mean anything. You're both a couple of fucking immigrants, ain't you? Well, you'd better pull your fucking socks up, Buttercup sweetie, (if you were ever allowed to wear the fuckers) or you're out. There're lotsa other women out there who'd do your job if they got the fucking chance."With that, he left them with a. Her husband is a businessman, so he require to travel abroad frequently Sangita Bhabhi always wear salwar kameez and her breast are always hard to watch out and her ass is so sexy that when she walks i just feel like lick her ass it was summer season going on and my exams were going on. i was having very good relationship with Sangita Bhabhi because I was the only person with whom she spends most of the time as her husband usually is abroad for business. I always used to go at bhabhis place for. She walked funnily with her arms behind her back, her lower lip bit between her teeth as if she was hurting and her head hung low; not at all like the Christie at school. Her blue eyes glanced at me nervously, shyly as she walked around the couch. “How are you feeling?” I asked. She sat next to me on the couch and winced, looking at her feet, reserved and scared. I suppose that was to be expected. She hadn’t seen much of my gentle side. Her hand was resting on her thigh. I put my own hand on. “Daddy… today wasn’t the first time you’ve punished someone for being awful, was it?”He chuckled. “No… no it wasn’t. It was the first time I went that far, though.”Petra bit her lip. She’d been wet in anticipation of this before, but this new confession made her absolutely soaked! Her own dad was like some sort of petty revenge superhero! “Oh god, Daddy, please…”She never got to finish the thought, because her hands were moving on their own, pulling him in closer and kissing him like it was the.