Prem by his collar and told him to read the sign on the couch which read ‘only for ladies’. He then threw him onto the other couch and asked the w...fe and daughter to shift to my couch..They sat on either side of me with tensed faces.Me -So Mr.Prem, how are you?Prem- So sorry sir, I did not read the sign earlier…and please call me Prem. Sir, I beg you to marry my daughter Pranathi. I want her to be the wife of the Great Shubash.I looked at Pranathi. I told her to stand up and turn around. She. “Well don’t just sit there!” I bucked her with my hips, “keep going, it’s my turn!”She started moving again, not so much the wild bouncing from before, but a more controlled steady up and down rhythm. Her pussy was still so tight that it actually felt like a blow job sometimes. I played with her tits a bit, sliding my hands all over her body, resting them on her ass and hips. It didn’t take me too much longer to cum, and when I did, I pulled her down on me, shoving my dick in as far as I could. Biscuit was certainly willing enough, maybe too willing. He was jumping around and angling himself wildly in his attempt to copulate. His penis entered my hand at the bottom of my grip, poking out between curled index finger and thumb, so slippery! Did I add too much lube? The trick was to align grip with anus just as Biscuit would thrust. Poke, poke, and then, success! I felt about an inch of the slippery eel slide up my butthole.Biscuit felt it too, felt my anus squeeze down and pop the penis. In the evening I needed some shopping andcalled by the supermarket. Julie was on the till. She seemed to workquite long hours there. She gave me a big smile. "Hi, Dee," she said.Nice to see you. I should have some free time at the weekend. Hope tosee more of you then." As she said the word "more" she glanced down atmy legs. We both knew what she meant. When I got home there was a notesaying that some parcels had arrived for me and that they had been leftwith my neighbour, Mrs Robinson. I called.