She cried a little bit and I told her that I loved her but I was like dad I wanted my whore available at all times. After that day except to people on...the street I don't think I ever called her Dina again it was always whore. We went back in the house and dad had mom bent over the kitchen table plowing her asshole and when whore saw that she got more tears in her eyes, I suppose she knew what was coming and she was right. I led her over to the table and bent her over and used some olive oil and. Didi ke darwaza band karthe hii mane dheka kii didi bhi muskura rahni hne, mere ko ese aapni taraf dhektha dhek didi nai mere se puchaDidi- ese kya dhek rahe ho? Me- ye kya tha didi, aap uske saamne ese kapdno mai, or woo aap ko ese dhek raha tha kii mere ko sharm aane lagi or aap bhi use dhek ke muskura rahni thni..?Didi- tho kya huaa bola naa ye Delhi hai yahnaa ye sab chaltha hai, dhood wala huaa tha kya huaa hai tho insan hii. Tu movie nahi dhektha kya bade ghar kii ladkinya kase kapde. Her musky scent filled the small attic space, making my cock twitch in anticipation. “You want me, no?” she whispered between kisses. “God, yes!” I answered back, pushing my finger deeper inside her, making her moan more. Pulling my ginger out, I smeared her juices around her clit, before bringing the slickened digit up to her lips. Opening her mouth, she sucked the finger clean . “More!” she said, guiding my finger back to her cunt, urging me to continue. Rolling off me, she lay back on the. She had dark brown hair that appeared dyed, medium build and looked quite fit and had the right curves in the right places. She had a lovely face and sparkly hazel eyes that had a suggestive glint. Bob had taken early retirement and they spent quite a bit of their time travelling the country in their caravan. We chatted on and off as the miles and hours ticked by. They were a lovely friendly couple and easy company. ‘I bet you’re hungry Bill’ said Bob rhetorically. ‘There’s a hotel a few miles.