I probably fucked about three more guys and blew two others. They were very simple transactions that didn’t involve a lot of talking.I couldn’t be... too aggressive about coming up to potential customers. It was more humiliating to have to be the one to make the first move. However, most men won’t approach you.The trick will usually bolt if you are too aggressive about approaching them. That was hard for me. If I was going to approach I didn’t want to have to be subtle. I liked knocking on truck. I went nearer to her. Due to the dim light coming from outside, I could see her big melons inside her blouse.I could see her whole voluptuous body as a silhouette. I got the guts suddenly and asked her, “Aunty, give me the torch” and at the same time I knowingly extended my hand towards her boobs and grabbed her left boob. I thought I would act like it was by accident.But after I felt her heavenly boobs in my hand I totally lost my control. So I lightly massaged her left boob and acted like I. They were determined to teach her a lesson, to teach her not to come into their neighbourhood and tease them with her hot body.She laid back and let the Pakistani men use her as they wanted. She had no control over the numerous orgasms which by now rocked almost continuously through her body but otherwise gave no signs of how much she was actually enjoying the fucking they were giving her. They all thought they were gang raping a cock teasing white slut and little did they know how much she was. If she weren’t my daughter I wouldn’t have hesitated a second…but she was.After a grueling five minutes I went to her room to thank her for her kind offer but that I would have to turn her down. When I knocked she said, enter. When I opened the door there on the bed was my daughter. She was wearing the neglig?that my wife had worn on our wedding night. It was white, it was long, and it was so sheer that it looked invisible. To top it off she looked just like my wife had looked on our wedding.