We look like a typical Dad and Daughter, but we hold hands, and we laugh, and every so often when we are in a shop, or out of view, I grab your ass or...push my hand between your legs, rubbing your ass and pussy through your jeans. You and I are both horny and having loads of fun. At one store I find this cute necklace that you love and I purchase it and put it on you. You smile and you look radiant.As we walk, you are so fucking horny, that you pull me into an alley and we go behind a trash. Gold ear cuffs weren't considered out of place in this case, but she made sure to apply her current flash (hetero, non-committed), an adhesive design which went above her left breast, like a badge or, the thought occurred to her, a combat ribbon. One or the other — coded earrings or flash — was essential to wear: to wear neither would be a come-on.She slipped on high-cut briefs and secured her knife on the inside of her upper thigh. The kilt, though open on the sides to the tight, broad band. She wears chudidar so I inserted my hand inside her top and caught hold of her naked boobs. OMG! What a feeling and how soft those boobs are. I praised my luck for 1st time in life I am feeling like this.I pressed both boobs alternatively with one hand and another hand is busy in searching of her ass. She partially removed her chudidar and I seen those whitish boobs in moon light. Wow they are glowing. I placed my mouth on her boobs and squeezing them and pressing them hard. She continuously. He raised his hips, tried to make her fall over, but she just ignored it and rode him like a bucking rodeo bull. She laughed, as she stared at him and enjoyed his frustration and his torment. It only made her press her fist tighter and increase his pain.“Please, please stop! I beg you!”But she only laughed and enjoyed his bucking and squirming. She could sense that he struggled a little too much against his restraints, and his begging was a little too dramatic. After all she wasn’t poking him.