“He’s not home,” she mused, walking down the hallway as she played with her black t-shirt. She wandered over to the bathroom, looking around at ...he post-shower mess in there. Her eyes started scanning the room, lingering on the pair of boxers next to the hamper. She crouched down and picked them up, playing with the cloth before raising it to her nose. “It smells just like him,” she muttered under her breath, her hand creeping down to her pajamas. She bit her lip and looked outside of the. We could speak anything under the sun like best friends… Slowly I started feeling that I should try to explore her and said her.. She was like “Yaar we are dost and let’s be that.. Why complicate our relations”.. This went on sometimes.. But the feelings never died and we started commenting on personal stuff and bodies…Once I came home in afternoon and she was doughing the dough in kitchen.. And there was power cut … Only light in is thru the small window in the kitchen…She had start. “He’s still asleep. But we need to wake him up properly. And I believe you know how to do that.”I smiled, squirming, feeling her nipples hard against my back. The nipples I had suckled on as a baby. It was so wicked. My pussy flushed instantly with my excitement. A rush of tingling delight rippled up my body as I stared at Daddy’s muscular chest.He was so handsome. Barbwire tattoos crisscrossed him. Fire burned around his arms, sleeve tattoos, and a naked, submissive woman with a collar and. He snorted and came forward. "All right, babe, but I'm warning you. I'l' have you cumming long before thirty seconds." She narrowed her eyes. "Bullshit." He raised his eyebrows. "Wanna bet?" he asked "Sure. If, by the time the thirty second is up, I'm coming, I'll let you fuck me." He smiled and stuck out a hand. "Deal." Cassy stood off to the side watching, one hand playing with herself under her thong, and told them when to start. Dylan didn't bother with any teasing, he just jumped.