She is direct without being pushy. She is lustful and her sexual artistry is a combination of impressionistic oils and surgical precision. Making love...with her is like playing chess with life-sized animate players in the middle of a freshly rained forest. Senses high, never knowing whether you will get treated like a King, be in service to the Queen, or get trampled by the Knight. She always knows what may come, but no one else. I am a planned person who works through things in a logical manner. Fir jaise hi maine unki chut ko touch kiya, to unke muh se ahh ahh ki awaaze aayi.Ab main unki chut mein jeebh daal kar zor-zor se choosne laga aur hatho se unke boobs dabane laga. Unke muh se awaaze aati rahi-Didi: Ahh.. ahh.. ahh.. John, aur karo.10-15 minute chut choosne ke baad unka paani mere muh pe nikal gaya. Didi ne mera muh towel se clean kiya, aur ek-dum se kiss karne lagi. 5 minute kiss karne ke baad main unke boobs ke tight nipples ko choosne laga.Tabhi didi boli: John abhi jaldi se. ‘Black bra?’ I thought. ‘Interesting.’ Only for a minute, of course. Then my thoughts turned to the two heavenly bodies that it concealed so well, yet so poorly at the same time. Snapping open the clasp, my hands slowly, but knowingly brought it off of her body. Her nipples, fully exposed now to the cold, grew erect, and beckoned for me to play with them. I willingly obliged. As I kissed her again, my fingertips gently assaulted her tits, twisting, tugging, rubbing… It all molded gently. And " yes i know a girls diary is sacred" ..but i was her dad and she lived in my house so all things in my house are mine..and besides..back then we actually kept up on our k**s to make sure they we'ren't into things they shouldn't be into..so in her diary i found out she had been screwing her boyfriend for a while now.and she did state in there that she made him wear protection..so..like i said..i put my finger into her pussy..it was oh so moist..and i pulled it out and tasted it...if u have.