She took the finger in her mouth and for a moment was lost in the taste and pleasure. Her eyes closed, she savoured the delicious taste. It tasted exa...tly as she had wanted it to. She would record today's recipe for future use.For Jiya, shitting was an art, a life-long journey in perversion and depravity that she had relentlessly pursued since she was first introduced to scat by her aunt. Since then there was no turning back. She had experimented with all kinds of foods, different amounts of. Tab unhone bataya ki aapke bhaiya ko sex karna aacha nhi lagta wo kabhi mood me nhi rhte hai shaadi ke baad ek hi baar hm dono ke bich kuch hua hai maine unse bs itna hi kaha ki sb thik ho jaega uske baad hm dono ek dusre ke bhut close ho the hmne sath me lunch kiya aur phir sham me teris par chale gaye hm dono ek dusre ka hath pakad kar walk kar rhe the aur romantic batein karne lage phir maine unhe apni feeling bata di thatI love her tou wo aachi baat hai kehkar niche chali gayi unke. ”Daddy frowned and said, “I don’t know if I could rape you baby girl.”I giggled and said, “I could do all kinds of provoking that could help you justify it. I could tease you with sexy clothes so you could say, “Well if she dresses like that, she has it coming.” I could squirm around on your lap and get you so hard any jury would believe it drove you out of your mind for a few minutes, and you gave your slutty daughter what she had coming. Then we could work up to sort of raping your daughter,. I was still too afraidto look, afraid that eye contact would somehow stop thiscourse of action. She pressed her buttocks against myhips and I pressed back. I remember vividly how exciting and scary it was,knowing her dad and all of our family was in the nextroom and nearby, but I couldn’t help myself. I pushed myhips against her, just to be sure we had the same thingsin mind. She pressed back. Now there was no doubt, shewas asking me to at least fool around. I began rubbingher small.