So Swati kept her new dress on as they reached back to their room late at night. Swati knew what was in store for her, so she removed her top and shor...s, posing in her pink bikini for Angad.Angad was impressed. He sat down on a couch and made Swati sit on his lap. He gave some kisses on Swati’s back. His lips tickled Swati, and she started giggling. This was the moment Angad was waiting for.Angad: A year ago, I offered you this life. You had a choice to make. Looking back, what do you think. Such was my growing arousal, I had to pinch the end of my dick to stop me letting go early. Mom just shook her head and laughed at the pained expression on my flushed face. "I guess that's one thing you do take after your Father about then," she mused as she watched me reach further into my jeans to grip my cock harder, "He always did like my bottom." Standing back up, she folded her skirt and put it with her blouse on the dresser before returning to the bottom of the bed to stand in front of. Watching the last rays of light fade at the windows, we have another glass of wine while we adjust our chairs around in front of the roaring fire. You then walk over to the cabinet under the frosted window, and pull out several big comforters, some cushions and a real fur rug. You roll them out in front of the fire and a with a look in your eyes that sparkles with life and that says to me everything.As I remain seated in one of the chairs, you stand and turn toward the fireplace and stretch. Daya apna chehra Babuji ke gaand se nikaal ti hai. Lambi saans leti hai. Aur fir unki gaandon ke beech daraar mein apna muh ghusa deti hai. Babuji ka maano anand ka baandh toot gaya ho.Jetha ka lund ekdum shikhar pe aa jaa ta hai.Babuji: Haan bahu, haan! Chaat. Nahi… nahi… bahar ka ho gaya, ab zabaan andar ghusao! Ah! Haan… uff… apni gandi zubaan ko apne Babuji ke gaand mein andar tak ghusao!Daya betuke awaaz karne lagti hai. Aur bina apna muh Babuji ke gaand ki daraar se nikale, ek haath se.