He did and I lowered by pussy down on his face. All I could feel was his tongue and his nose, one or the other rubbing my clit and moving around in my... love hole. I so wanted fucked and moved my hand down to his cock which was just nothing short of wonderful. He knew what I wanted so sat up as I turned around, layer down on the seat with my butt pushing against his meat. Thirty seconds later it was pushed all the way in me and I was beginning to moan. I wasnt paying any attention to the stew but. Face artfully made-up, with blushingcheeks, wide red lips, carefully mascaraed eyes... It seemed as if mybreasts were bigger, maybe my bottom rounder... YES! I saw now theywere changed! Fuller, firmer, more curvaceous and bouncy... and bigger!I reached my hands up to feel them.My skin felt subtly different: smoother. I suddenly realized thatalthough I wasn't sure exactly how long I had spent in bed, my bodyshould be sporting a tiny stubble by now. And my face: When had theyfreshened my makeup?. My father Ashwath is a chartered accountant aged 56 and my mother Revati aged 47 is a housewife. My father has a very busy practice and leaves home by 8 and comes back by 10 or 11 at night, has a few drinks and a light meal, and sleeps.I am 26. I have finished my B. Tech and am working for a company here. They are looking for my marriage and I might get married soon. These days, I am working from home.Since the time I was a boy, I was mostly out of home at school, playing with friends, then in. She gasped aloud as my tongue found her clit and she held my head tightly as she experienced a mild orgasm. Her body shook and she seemed to hold onto me for balance. ‘I can’t stand up any longer. Can we go to your bed?’ she said breathlessly. I took her to my bedroom and guided over to the bed and she immediately splayed her legs and welcomed me back to her pussy. I burrowed my tongue as deep into her as I could and then I just sort of licked and sucked my way up. When I got to her clit I used.