"Ohhh my God..." I moaned. It felt so damn good. She started off slow and then started to flick my clit with her tongue. She slid her index finger dee... inside of me and pulled in and out in a quick rhythm. I moaned and felt the rush of a beginning orgasm leading straight to my brain. I cried out in pleasure. She kept flicking and pulling until I felt myself come. The juices ran from my hole all the way to my anus. I moaned in relief as she lapped up my cum. She then kissed my lips and I rolled. The day arrived to go on our cruise, The 3 of us set of for the port all excited as we got on the liner we settled into our cabins and rested I went to see our daughter Pam, I knocked on the door as she said come in as I walked in I feasted my eyes on her, she was wearing nothing but a pair of black cami knickers that looked stunning, she looked and said do you like them I bought them with the money you gave me, I said a perfect view as my cock rumbled in my boxers wanting her pussy again, she. “See what you do to me?” she said in a low voice. “I want you to come here and kiss my breasts.” I was pulled towards her, my head drawn to those luscious mounds. I started to kiss each one; in doing so, I could hear her make different noises. “Suck on my nipples!” she commanded, pressing my mouth onto one of the erect brown beauties. I started to suck on it, ever so lightly. I wasn’t sure, but I thought that I could taste something liquidly in my mouth that I was unfamiliar with. I’m not sure. He thanked me for bringing that file to him and offered me a coffee. I was wearing a jeans and shirt that day. We went to the coffee shop next to his office. Mike told me that I am very beautiful women and he very much like Punjabi women. I smiled at him. He continued to appreciate my beauty and the food I prepared for him on Diwali.I got impressed and invited him for the dinner that night. I cooked some nice food for him and I dressed like a perfect Punjabi girl wearing Punjabi suit salwar. He.