Uncapping the bottle he carried, he took a big slug, mumbling to himself, "Oh god, what have I done, what have I done?"He sat there taking swallow aft...er swallow of the fiery liquid. Then he pitched the empty bottle away. The whole time his befuddled mind was on the little light-flooded window and what was going on behind it. What had he condemned his little princess to?"My princess, my precious princess!" he moaned.Jake struggled to his unsteady feet and moved toward the window, staying back in. Meri chutttt……….. ahhhhhhh…….. bhaiya bachaooooo….. please…… main marjaungi.. maa……. ahhhhhhh……uhhhhhh,” kar kar cheekh rahi thi.Tabhi maine bhi apna lund uski gand mein daal diya. Woh jaise pagal ho gayi woh bohut hi jor se tadap ne lagi.“Aahhhhh……. uhhhhhh…….maaaa……….nehiii…….. please,” ki awaz se kamra gunj raha tha. 15 minute ke baad hum sab jhad gaye. Ab Rohan ne Sheetal ke hath aur per khol diye.Woh ek rassi ki taraha bed par padi thi aur bas ro rahi thi. Use dekh kar Rohan jor se hasne. " Come on Dad, that's not fair," I exclaimed."You asked, and that's what I see," he finished. "Anyway it's you life and you need to follow your heart. Sermon over."A word about my dad and me. We have always been close without having to overwhelm each other. When I was 16 or 17 I knew it all. My dad was old fashioned, out of touch, and didn't know anything about modern society. At least that was what I thought. By the time I got to be 21 or 22, it astonished me to see how much my dad had learned. Sylvia felt her ass being rubbed, fondled and massaged as Coach pinched and pulled her asscheeks. After several moments of this exquisite treatment, the slut felt the map’s hand gliding back to her cunt. He rubbed over her pussylips and up to her clit. Gently massaging through her panties, his hand pressed on her clit and stroked the whole sensitive area. Before Sylvia knew what she was doing, she had thrust her cunt onto the man’s hand. Another moan shot from her throat. Growing ashamed of.