Her breasts more than filled my hands. I sat on the side of her bed and yanked off my boots and britches while she stood and watched me, hands on hips.... holding back her robe and letting me view her charms from nipples to knees. Her breasts stood out from her chest like young mountains, and her untamed brush filled her groin with a triangle of mystery. Her hips were as wide as my shoulders and then some."You are the hairiest man I ever saw," she said as I sat and looked up at her, admiring her. They were my two daughters born from Pam and Melody. Hikaru was tuckered out from the long wait, but Christie seemed rested. She parted her hair around, a fine down of light-brown silk that fell about her face. “We're going to meet your new sister,” I said as marched down the hallway. “Doesn't that sound fun.”“Another one?” Christie asked. Her face blanched. “I want to be your only daughter, Daddy.”“Well, don't you have fun playing with Hikaru?”“Me and Hikaru then,” she said, her words. ”She: “oh”Me: “Kyo nahi. Dekh to lo”She: “Kya dikhaoge?”He: “Jo aap roj dekhti hai.”She: “kya bola aapne”.Me: ” Roj mai jo dikhta hu wo dekhti ho na?”She: “Kya?”I dropped my pants low and showed my full dick which was erect by now.He: “Ye kya ker rahe ho.”Me: “Karunga to ab bhabhiji.”Then I just held her with her hips and pulled her close to me. My hands pressed against her bum and my rising crouch pressing against her belly.She: “Chhodo mujhe”Me: “Appki gaand bohot mast hai”She: “Hato,. We set off making our way out of Barcelona and towards the AP7 south. In the car I was comfortably seated next to him. My legs were crossed and showing a nice dark pair of stockings (I always wear stockings if there is a possibility of something happening, what is sexy about tights?) He was dressed more casually than me, in jeans and a shirt, but he looked very nice. The conversation flowed, we talked about almost everything, business and politics, local issues about Barcelona and where I.