She made my own little journey look like a walk in the park. And now, here she was, the hottest ticket in town. And, yes, she was very pretty."Do you ...hink he is in love with her?" wondered Babette as she knowingly glanced at me. What? Mike Sloane? I nearly burst out laughing at the absurdity of it. THE Mike Sloane? No fucking way. Not him. He was good looking. Smart. Healthy and rich. Heck, he had enough willing pussy to last him a lifetime and then some. Love never seemed to touch meatheads. She looked utterly fuckable with her tousled dark hair, huge dark eyes and hardening dark nipples spilling out of a pyjama top that failed to reach her real pubic triangle.She slipped back into bed beside us, taking a firm grasp on my erection before purring "happy Fathering Sunday, luv"We had met and married when she was only 30, having given birth to Debbie at 16, so now they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter on holiday at the nude beaches.I never asked my step-daughter when. .. in the end we never did fuck that night. I simply wore you out, left your head spinning between the pain and the pleasure and the teasing and the anticipation and realisation. When I unbuckled you from your cuffs, you collapsed against me, burying your face in my neck, and I carefully carried you to bed. You had given me all you had, indulged my little sadistic streak and been left exhausted. It only seemed right to give something back, so I laid you down across the bed, gripped your wrists. Us din sunday thaSandhya:bol manish.Manish:ghar par hai?Sandhya:ha terrace par hu.Manish:aa sakti hai?Sandhya:tu bhi na manish..Aaj sunday hai..Mai ghar pe kya bolungi?Office days me ek do ghanta adjust ho jaata hai.Manish:are sirf milne ke liye —– resturant me.Sandhya:nahi re..Bol na phone pe..Kya baat hai..?Manish:new year aa raha hai uski planning karni thi.Sandhya:office se to trip jaa rahi hai na fir kya planning?Manish:office ki nahi..Unko jaane de.. Sandhya:achcha…Sidha bol na hum dono.
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