He was holding out a short sleeved mini-dress with a scoop neck and slightly deeper scoop back. It was white on top, stopping just below the bust line... and black on the bottom. It was sexy but not trashy. Her eyes lit up.She grabbed it and hurriedly headed back into the stall. She couldn't help but be excited.She had to remove her bra, or else it would show."So tacky." she thought as she tossed it on the bench.She plumped up her hair, and her tits, smoothed out the tight dress and exited. The. As I slid my hand slowly down his throbbing shaft to cup and massage his huge nut sack, he unbuttoned my night shirt and pushed it off my inflamed body. I moaned against his mouth as his fingers found my straining nipples. Taking the between his thumb and forefinger, first one then the other, he pinched them gently, stretching them, milking them until they grew into hard thimbles of flesh. I had never felt them get so erect, so hard. My nipples throbbed like to fiery-hot coals atop my cooler. Then on the next day morning, I woke from my bed by 7:15. I searched for her and found her washing clothes. We Tamil people used to wash our clothes over a stone. I said good morning to her and took a seat opposite to her and start to brush my teeth. She started to wash all clothes and bent before me and I could have a nice glance of her boobs.She had a good sweat as the sweat started to flow from her head crossing her lips and running down her spicy boobs. I had a good erection and thought. I began to stroke his thigh again. His breathing quickened again. Something else quickened too. I felt his cock stiffen and rise up to poke into my hair next to my left ear. Good, I told myself.. Don’t scare daddy. As daddy’s program ended, I felt him reach for the remote. I was afraid he was going to turn the TV off and go to his room to bed. I had to act fast. I rolled over, turning first face down on his thigh. As I continued to turn, I captured the head of daddy’s cock in my mouth and took.