”Frankly, it was a vision I couldn’t look away from. She wasn’t quite what you would call gorgeous, but she was damn good-looking.She was small ...nd compact, with tits that were barely A-cups, light brown hair that was pulled into two loose pigtails, and a tight tanned body that was gleaming with sweat, both from the van and her arousal.And it was a vision I was powerless to resist. Besides, she wasn’t really my daughter, at least not in the biological sense, and she was now 16, which in my eyes. Aur hum bate karne lage.Thodi der baad unhne muzhe colddrink lake diya.Wo glass lete hue unki ungliya mere hato ko touch hue.Malum nahi par kuch alag sa laga. Fir hum bate karne lage.Achanak uncal ko kya hua malum nahi wo mere pass aye or mera haat hato me liya.Aur kaha tum muzhe achi lagti ho or mere haat pe kiss kiya.Muzhe bhot dar laga mene apna haat chuda liya.Aur jane ki koshish ki.To unhone rokh liya.Aur muzhe tight hug kiya.May bhot dari hui thi par fir muzhe bhi acha lagne laga.Kuch min. It was everywhere . . . filling her . . . washing over her . . . carrying her away . . . She was its prisoner and wanted never to escape.Gradually, though, the sensations did begin to slow. My mouth and hands were withdrawn one by one until she lay trembling, gasping for breath, aching from the force of the pleasure and from its withdrawal. My voice and other sounds faded away and she waited in the dark and the quiet. It was then that she felt my body move over hers. How she knew it was me, she. "take hold of me," I said, and she reached for my cock clasping her soft hand around the shaft and rubbing it up and down before taking it in her mouth, as she had done earlier. It is always a special pleasure when she does this. Deep throat is her speciality and I enjoyed every moment, twisting my fingers in her hair and forcing her to take all of the shaft.I had booked a table for dinner at a local restaurant and so our afternoon of lust had necessarily to be interrupted. We prepared.