For those who want the first part, it is here.I hope you have read the first part, if not then do read it first. The link to it should be above somewh...re. A little about myself, I am a bit of a vagabond, a good photographer from Bangalore, 6 ft tall, and average body, well you could say, I like to work with passion.Coming to the story, our foreplay was steamed up, as my friend’s girlfriend Pooja had another orgasm with a cute moan out of her. We both were in the mood to do a lot more, but we. “Better this time,” I said. “Maybe I need practice.”“What he did to me felt very good.” She paused a moment. “I want to fuck him too!” She said.“No!” I said too loudly. Papa stirred, but did not wake. “He’s my father, why do you want to do that?” “I want to feel it, please Naina… He is so handsome. My father is so fat and ugly. Please? Only one time. I am so curious!”“No,” I said. My Papa woke up then. “No what?” He asked. He looked at us, the memory coming back to him. “Oh,” he said, a little. Mom told Robert I was starting a new school and needed everything. Of course mam, he said. First do you know his measurements. No, mom told him. Go ahead and do what you have to do, I'll be back in a couple of hours and left to do some shopping. Grabbing his measuring tape Robert checked my chest, arms and neck. Kneeling down he measured my waist and leg. Then asked me to turn around and spread my legs. Measuring my inseam his hand touched my butt, and I giggled. Robert said to turn around. My right hand slowly begins massaging her pussy through her panties.She gives a quick gasp as my fingers brush over her clit. She arches her back and lifts her ass up even more. I lean down and gently kiss the small of her back as I slide my fingers beneath her panties. She is already wet and slowly begins to writhe under my touch. For just a minute I keep going, rubbing her pussy gently, feeling her get wetter. She begins to squirm even more, leaning back and forth to meet my hand.I quickly.