’ ‘Textbooks…stationery…uniforms…picnics…it’s like they are running a for profit business.’ Amar grumbled. ‘You’re the one who wan...ed to put her in that fancy school.’ ‘Education is something I will not compromise on.’ he said. ‘Designer shoes on the other hand…’ ‘She threw an almighty tantrum right in the middle of the store!’ ‘How much did they cost?’ ‘Not too much.’ ‘How much?’ ‘Five hundred.’ Mansi lied, not wanting to tell him about Reena aunty. She knew her husband was really big on. Sunday night, I was in Mom’s ass again. However, after the fun and games of the afternoon, the feigned chases and giggling struggles as soon as Dad left the room, I needed more than Mom’s docile submission.As I casually pumped my cock in Mom’s ass, Dad scared the shit out of me when he turned over onto his back. I nearly jumped out of my skin and I did pull out of Mom with an audible pop and disappointed moan from Mom. Of course, my eyes and ears, my whole attention, was on my father, so it. This is what I have been wanting, needing. My fix. Mm. The favorable taste of my own thick juices was so delicious. It was something that I knew from now own on out that I need. As I laid there on the bed with my thighs wide I just kept picturing what my sister had been doing to her own self. Her nipples taunt and coated with her silky juices. Lying their pulling at my nipple I could feel the juices leaking down a pooling under my ass crack. Then I. . there!" I said as I felt his pubic hairtickling my ass, "How does that feel?" God it feels wonderful!" he breathed."Now, begin moving, but gently... Good..."He began thrusting slowly, as exquisite sensations begancoursing through me."Okay!" I said when I felt I was completely ready, "Go forit, cowboy! Fuck me silly!"He began to pump me, his strokes getting longer and longer."Oh my God!" I cried, "You feel soooo good!" I began totease my own nipples with my nails.He reached forward with one.