Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm jaaaarrrrrrr dhiiiiire dabao dard ho raha hai fir me uske t-shirt ko upar kiya or uski bra nikad di kasa... se kya lag rahe tha chote chote nipples round shape k boob, me to kisi bhuke janwar ki tarah use chusne lagaor dusre hath se uske dusre boobs ko dabane laga…Fir mene apna hath uski jeans me dal di or uski pussy ko sahlane laga kya lag raha tha uski chut kafi saf or chikni thi or baal bhi nhi thi. Wo ankhe band kar ke jor jor se siskari le rahi. "Like this," he said, breathing into her neck, smelling the fresh soap and warm skin. He was now pressing against those big buttocks and his tool was rapidly hardening against her warm flesh. Under his guidance, Raylene was now moving the dish cloth with less vigour, and the water was staying in the sink.Raylene stopped again."You OK Mr Jack?" she asked in a funny tone of voice. Jack, alarmed, moved back. She turned and he saw that the front of her skirt was quite soaked. It was obvious that. If she spends a little time making her father happy, who am I to complain? If she doesn't love me, it's better for both of us to find out now than later. Oh, and one other thing..." Yes?" I asked, getting tense again."I really appreciate you reminding Tara to think of me." He said, "She probably would have gotten to it eventually, but this way I can be pretty sure that, whatever happens, I won't be kept in the dark."I nodded, then said, "I love my daughter, and whatever her incentive was for. I am cut, well trimmed and while not small, not too large either. Tom took my cock by the shaft and cupped my balls with his other hand. He used his tongue to lick around the head of my cock. I already had a bit of precum and he slide his tongue through it, swallowing it up with a slurp. Soon, he was working my cock over like a pro. He sucked, kissed and stroked it until I was ready to cum. I told him, " if you don't want me to cum, you better stop." Instead, he picked up his pace and.