I do love her as if she was mine, but she has her mother’s stubborn stupidity.”“Does she know that?”“Yes she does and she throws “You’re...not my father” in my face every time I tell her to do something that she doesn’t want to do. Well this time it is coming back to bite her in the ass.”The kids came out then and I loaded them in the car. We went to the old house, and there was a note from my father on the counter. The kids went to gather anything they left behind, and I sat down to read the. ”She grinned and said, “I didn’t say stop. I just wantto know what you’re trying to accomplish.”Lust took over me at that point. I began rubbing again,looking in her eyes as she lowered her head, closed hereyes kept smiling. I inserted a finger into her, slowlymoving up and down while my other hand rubbed theentire pussy.She was so wet that I leaned down and kissed all overher big, wide ass, licking it like a lollypop.She moaned and I knelt further, fucking her. One was the thirty-five second shot clock. It was hard enough to make sure we got a shot off within the allotted time, but if the ball didn't at least hit the rim, the clock didn't restart, even if we got the rebound, we still only had the remaining time to get another shot in the air. Our shooting percentages went down as we rushed to get the ball in the air, sometimes having to take a shot just because we could hit the rim and reset the clock. The foul rules changed, too. It used to be that. There was 1 girl named Neha (24) with me on same post. She was beautiful with perfect shape at right places.32-28-30. I use to watch her daily. One day I introduced myself to her. She too introduced herself.She was very free to talk. We became friends very soon..Later we use to chat daily and make jokes. She use to pinch me sometime while making jokes. We exchanged our numbers and started chatting. One day I asked her shall I send one msg to which she replied no need of asking , you can send.