"How was it possible, you ask, for me to win so much money playing poker? Was I that proficient calculating the many mathematical odds involved in the...game? The honest answer would be ... partially. I have a keen mind. My visual memory is ... well, not photographic, but close enough to total, perfect recall to be termed photographic. Unfortunately, my auditory memory lacks clarity. No, to be frank, my auditory memory sucks. What goes in one ear promptly exits the other with only a slight pause. Dupahar ko 3 baje ghar laute.Sasur ke kahne pe main sirf ek towel lapet ke aa gayee aur upar liner pahna tha. Hansi mazak karte hue sasur ne liner uttar diya aur boobs ko pyar se sahlate hue nipple ko chussa. Fir chut ko bhi fir mujhe ulta karke meri pith pe sawar ho ke meri gardan aur kaan ko chussa.Aur mein sharbat bana ke layee tab mujhe bataya ki woh aaj mujh se zabardasti ke mood mein hai. Mujhe bhi abb lund ka dar raha nahi. Main kaha kar lo. Toh khulasa kiya ki woh meri gaand mein. As she looked through some of the magazines, looking at the decadentmaterial of men feminized and in service to dominant women she felt herself start to tingle. Her nipples were hardening in her bra and she feltmoistness collecting in her panties. Daddy might be a perv she giggled,but this stuff is soooo hot,,,,especially the way he wrote that headores and worships me. One of the magazines fell open to a page thatwas apparently looked at so much that the damaged binding automaticallyopened. As she glides past the bed, I gourmandise my eyes. She’s naked. She’s incredibly tasty.“Need towels,” she calls as the airing cupboard door creaks open. She drifts by with her face rumpling the towels. “These are gorgeous, Adam, warm and soft.”Like you, I’m forced to admit, but don’t tell. Instead, I grunt.Nina returns to the en-suite and, within seconds, I hear the steady blast of water bouncing from her body onto the shower door.Inside, I groan. It’s the part I dread - the morning after. The.