He placed his hands flat on the counter, taking in a deep breath and squeezing his eyes shut, and squeezed out the thought of her, breathed out the sc...ent of her. With a small sound he ran a hand through hair a brown so rich and dark is might as well have been black. The short locks only shown in its true color under natural light.Kind of like the color of her skin when wet with oiled water. A mahogany so perfect, so flawless, that... He was doing it again thinking of her. And though not. The knowledge that she is going to submit her body to me, let me fuck her, use her, make love to her. That feeling is supreme, that feeling of taking her, making her mine. Don't get me wrong, it's not always me on top, or me taking her, that would get old no matter how much a guy might like to dominate his woman. I like it just fine when she's the aggressor, when she is feeling me up and her need is hot between her legs as she climbs on top of me. But this little ditty is about a guy's. Plus my teenage daughter going in and out,looking through my wife's pantie drawer handling her pant's for some reason.This particular night my wife went out and was not expected back for sometime,i as usual went the garage to look at porn and make a noise,The webcam lit up and Mandy my daughter walked in as usual,normal stuff for her,i looked away and carried on oogling porn,but kept the small window visible in the corner of the laptop,glancing at it occasionaly,i glanced at it to see Mandy. Now let me describe her she had asexy figure She had beautiful long hairs and mostly she weared sari.Many times I masturbated thinking of her. Now I am moving forward tothe plot of the story it was starting of the holidays for durga Pujamy friends were excited to return home and so me too.My friends leftto home early but I could not because there was rush in the railways so I had to be alone in the house for 3 days it was abig headache for me because now there was a big problem for food. Bothmy.