The body contact was making my pussy too itchy that I was on the verge of fingering then and there. Now he started the bar wala dirty talk.He said,”...as tum meri biwi hote toh main yaha kya kya kar raha hota.”I laughed hysterically and managed to say tumhe thodi na karne deti.To which he said,”Arrey mujhe karwana aata he. Main use itna garam karta ki wo na nahi bolti.”In motion I said,”Aisa kya karte janab.Waise v hindustani mard ko ladki khus karna nahi aata.”Now he replied,”Toh tum real mard. Nevertheless, my hands start to roam up her blouse before gently placing my right hand on her left breast. Squeezing the soft flesh, I’m delighted to find she isn’t wearing a bra (though I’m sure I caught a glimpse of one earlier in the day!).As I’m enjoying familiarising myself with Cathy’s delightful pert breasts, I suddenly feel her hand rest on my thigh and then slowly move up towards my crotch. She traces the outline of my now fully erect cock through my trousers, before locating my fly. She rubbed it around a little bit, wiping off some of the come and goo. Then, glancing up at her father first, she bent her pretty face down and fucked the end of his soft prick in between her lips.Diane was surprised at how rubbery her father's cock was. And she was also surprised by the taste. She didn't know what she had expected, but this wasn't it. She liked this flavor, it wasn't at all the bad taste she had anticipated. Encouraged, she sucked in a bit more of her father's squishy. Sethji ne khaanaa khaane ke baad meri gaand maaree aur mujhe ek hazaar rupaye de diye. Ab mere paas chaar hazaar rupaye ho gaye. Sethji se maine kaha ki kal phir aaoongaa aur apne ghar laut aayaa.Doosre din jab main gayaa to sethji meraa intazaar kar rahe the. Bole aaj to tumhaare poore paanch hazaar ho jaayeinge. Aao aaj achchhi tarah se khushi manaaein. Sethji ne sharaab mangaaee aur hum donon ne pee. Phir sethji ne mujhe apne paas kheenchaa aur meraa chummaa lene lage phir unhonne apni jeebh.