Maine socha yeh papa ka haath hai isliye maine react nahi kia…aur woh haath ab meri gaand sehla raha tha aur meri skirt meri gaand ki daraar mein th...…main peeche mudi to dekha woh papa ka haath nahi tha balki driver ka tha..driver ne jaanboojh kar gaadi ghar ke peeche ki side khadi ki thi jahan koi bhi nahi tha aur hum naani ke ghar early morning pahunch gye the…5 baje isliye zyada chehal pehal bhi nahi thi…mere peeche mudne par bhi driver ne haath nahi hataya…usne mujhse kaha ki meri jaan ek. “Darling, darling, Candy.” He kissed her again when she settled down beside him. One of his hands was holding the back of her head while the other was stroking her boob. Then that hand left her boob to stroke from her knee inward. She was a little scared, but the scare was making her more excited. She grabbed his hand before it reached her pussy. He pulled it back and moved back from the kiss. She was holding his hand and moved it back where it had been.“Just checking,” she said.“You are in. The point is,” and she paused for dramatic emphasis, “the point is,” she said again, taking the world’s smallest nibble of orange, “you’re the one with the sexual experience. I’m just a student ... an enthusiastic amateur.”For a girl who thought of herself as an amateur (amateur what?), Jenny sure knew how to dress like a knowledgeable, experienced woman. There was something about her quiet self assurance, the way she looked at me with a level glance and the unasked question in her eyes that. Her evening wear consisted of long night shirts, usually a fuzzy cloth or flannel, that covered her from shoulders to below the knee. A few of them had low-cut necklines, which would show ample cleavage if she leaned forward or bent over, and those were my favourites. These pajamas, while modest, did little to hide her full figure. They actually accentuated her breasts, outlining the fullness and size of them whenever she moved. They would sway and jiggle slightly, and at times her large.