She tried to come there. I held her foot and dragged her. When this happened, my lungi rose till my waist and her frock rose till her waist.As there w...s not much space left between us, my daughter could feel my dick touching her chest. I was disappointed to see her in panty. Her milky thighs were shining in that dim light. I held her ass over her panty and smelled her panty.While my son was running in all rooms searching for us, I made a little noise after 5minutes so he caught us hiding under. Bhabhi – Meri himmat nahi. Waise bhi saree toh dry cleaning mein hi deni ha. Yahi pahan ke soungi.Main – Tumari himmat nahi hai toh main badal dun tumhare kapde?Bhabhi – Thahar jaa. Main badalti hun tere kapdeAur meri baniyan pe haath daala. Toh baniyan fat gayee.Bhabhi – Sorry.Main – Sorry ki kya baat hai. Jaanbhujh ke thode hi kiya hai. (aur masumiyat se bola) Bhabhi ne kapade faade toh bhabhi hi naye laa ke degi.Bhabhi ko reply bohut hi pyari lagi aur mujhe gale laga liya. Boli – Ab so. A big smile on my face “Hi I see you’re dressed to go on a business trip (then with a giggle) or pleasure”. He giggled and sat down on the lounge chair next to me “You always look so cute Princess” leaned over and gave me a kiss and of course I kissed him back. Ever since I was twelve he would come say good-bye to me when he was going away (please read post “gift from dad for details). Our lips locked in a passionate kiss that only a dad and trans-daughter can have his hand rubbing on my bare. He then swirled his tongue around the edge of her ear. Tina giggled and lifted her shoulder. He moved his mouth to her shoulder and kissed his way down her arm. Taking her hand in his, he lifted it up to his mouth, and kissed each fingertip. Michael licked the pad of her middle finger, than ran it over her own nipple. He repeated on her other nipple, loving how much they pulled up, and how hard they became. Tina was watching as her own finger brushed across the tip of her nipple, shocked at how.