When she showed him her driver's license, he said, "Yes, indeed. Happy birthday."I took out my driver's license and showed it to the waiter too. "She ...eally is my daughter, I promise."He smiled. "Of course, sir."When the waiter came back with the wine list, I said, "Give it to the birthday girl. She is the guest of honor."Sally looked at the list. After the waiter left, she said, "I don't know anything about wine, Daddy, you choose."I looked at the list, and decided on a bottle of Kendall. He begins to kiss a trail down again, leaving me aching for more. He lingers on my stomach, lightly scratching at my sides, causing me to draw in a breath and try to hold in a tremble. I fail miserably. I can almost feel him grinning as he places soft kisses on my waist, hips, and stomach. He looks up at me, kneeling in front of me almost as if I am a goddess he’s worshipping. He spreads my legs farther apart, his hands caressing my thighs as they make their way further up. I whisper his name,. Unhone kisi ke age yeh bat karne se mana kiya. Phir badi mammi boli me dukan par phone kar ke bolti hu ki is ne mare sath batmiji karne ki koshish ki hai or choti ne meri awaz sun kar muje bachchaya hi yeh sun meri gand fat gai.mae mammi ke pero me gir gaya or mafi mange lage jis me meri koi galti nahi thi.badi mammi salwar phaen chuki thi per unke boobs abhi bhi dake nahi thea.Choti mammi boli didi yae kisi se kuch nahi kahega mae rote huae haa me haa melata raha. Phier manne kaha mamma ji ne. It is hard not to laugh as she is farting away as she waits on the woman inside to do her thing. She doesn’t have tight jeans and panties to quiet her flatulence.The men’s bathroom was pretty much the same except that there were places outside between the cars where I guy could whip it out to take a piss.Cellphone or not, my implant pinged me and told me that we weren’t shitting and pissing on the tracks. It was a carefully designed illusion with mirrors, one-way glass, and cameras. Everything.