I was so excited that I started rubbing my penis. I wanted to mastuburate in Pooja’s mouth in my imagination. I cried from out side “did jaldi nek...alo na mujhe bhi nahana hai”, she told that she want to wash some clothes. I insisted that I have to take a bath and it’s getting late. So she came out. She was looking amazing. She was wet from up and down her hair was on her face her pink lips was wet with dew of water. She came out wearing a white kurta n a 3-4th pajama. Due to transparency I. But , I went forward and cupped her slit before she could reach there. She tried to move away my hand. But a more movement would just attract attention. In the end she surrendered. It was almost our station anyway. I removed my hands from her. And then we reached our destination .I shouldn't have done that. But , I couldn't stop myself . I have never seen her this forward . Hope , this doesn't end in a quarrel. That would suck. As we got off the train . I looked at her . Her face was almost. He was somewhat taken aback. As a messenger, he carried important missives to many important men, both in the Order and within the greater Church Alliance. As such, he had seen the offices of many great men and they usually were quite grand, both in scale and appointment. While the Exarch's office was certainly grand in scale, its appointment was plain to the point of being Spartan. Though the room had the same high ceiling and marble walls as the larger room full of clerical monks, the only. Dad, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me the way I know you wanted to when you saw our neighbors fucking me.”He told me to lie down on the floor so I reluctantly let his cock slide out of me as I climbed off of his lap. I got down onto the floor, lying on my back, spreading my legs waiting for my dad to get between them. He stood up looking down at me; I began to run my fingers up and down my pussy lips before I slid two fingers into my pussy. Then for some reason I just began to finger myself.