And my house is bit dusty. Can you help me to move heavy stuff so that I can clean my house?Me: Sure thing aunty why not.So now me and smitha went bac... to her home. She has made her house gorgeous.Me: Aunty, you have great taste. You house is as beautiful as you are.Smitha : Thanks you.Me: Mention not Aunty jiSmitha: Hey! Do I really look like aunty to you.?Me: frankly no aunty. You look more hot than my gf.Smitha: oh really. Am I really more hot than your gf?Me: to be frank, yes you do aunty.. ” And with that, she headed back up the stairs. I was torn. I couldn’t think straight. Here was this petite 18 year old, showing a lot of sexual interest in me. My mind imagined her 5’5”, 120 lb. frame, her perky 32B tits, and a gorgeous ass. I instinctively grabbed my cock. But then, a little giggle from the top of the stairs snapped me back to reality. This was my daughter I was talking about. I rushed out the door, forgetting my lunch. ****************************************** On Friday. I gripped her hair again and went forehead to forehead with her, using the small amount of light to look into her eyes, which quickly shut again as I fucked her harder. She was breathing wildly, all over my face, and the passion was incredible. I dropped my fingers back down to her clit again and, with a few rubs, sent her into another strong orgasm. She opened her eyes and looked at me in bewilderment and with what looked like the equivalent of a “tapout” or “I can’t take it” face. Her mouth. . look, actually I was kinda glad to see you do that, so I know I'm not the only one. Feels good to tell someone I KNOW I can trust with the info." Yeah, cool. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one too." "Um ... I wouldn't mind seeing you do that again. You could watch me too, you know, compare notes" He held up his hands. "I'm not gay or anything, though."Or anything? Fine. Count me in. "Sure." Cool, so you want to do that sometime?" he asked. "Uh, well, how about now?" I replied. "I mean,.