She reached her hand over to Rob’s crotch and began to caress his bulge. She slowly began to open the buttons of his shit, not wanting to waste any ...ime once they got to the house. She had purposely hiked up her skirt before she got in and sat with her legs parted so Rob had a great view of her stocking clad, slender thighs. Before they knew it Rob had parked his car outside his house. He turned to look at Jane and unbuckled his belt. Suddenly, in one swift motion Jane swung her legs over so. She was a distant cousin of my cousin who worked in an MNC and looked so sexy with cat-like eyes. Her body must have been shaped by the hands of an artist. The protruding breasts stood at a tall 34 and the waist clinched beautifully at 30, to give way to a gorgeous heavy ass. In all my wet dreams after that, I call her my diva because that’s what she was.To be honest, the night was very uneventful until the seating arrangements were announced. Because of the small house and the many guests, I. The light wasn’t good enough for the foreman to see that only your hair hid your pussy and the tail covering your butthole. It didn’t hide as much as you think.”“Hey! It hid more than my being naked,” Ellen snarled.That is the first time she has gotten mad at me. She won’t even talk to me now.I let her have the silence.Maybe thirty minutes from home, she asked, “Daddy? Why am I so cranky all the time? I could have knocked that woyote out, tied it up, and called someone to take it somewhere. His hands ran around my body teasing me checking that my legs were silky smooth and that everything was just so. He stepped back with an angry look on his face I knew I was in trouble. “You stupid fucking slut!” “I told you before to wear a corset.” I was totally shocked he hadn’t said a word about a corset but I knew it was useless to argue. “S-s-sorry Sir,” I lowered my head trying to avoid eye contact. “Wait there,” before I could speak he was out of the room. My mind was working like mad.