She told me about her marriage and asked me about my job, hobbies etc. She asked me whether I don’t have tea as I didnt serve it to her. I confessed...I didnt know how to prepare one and that it was always my maid that used to give me. She giggled and offered to help me. both of us went to kitchen and she made a tea for me and herself, All this while, I kept on complimenting her on how beautiful and pretty she was.This used to be normal affair and gradually, she used to visit me every evening and. I started slow but it wasn't long before there was no way I could keep up with her rhythm. She was getting wetter by the minute and I could sense she was about to orgasm. All of a she began to quiver and raised up off me. She dropped a finger to her clit and started to rub, and with a yelp began to ejaculate all over my face. When she finished I thought she would roll off but instead she sat back, down used her pussy to spread her cum anywhere it wasn't. Then she adjusted her position so. “This is a good, quick, and easy breakfast,” KK comments, “but I’d really like to have more fresh fruit in the future.”“I agree, but I don’t want what passes for fresh from some big box store or grocery chain. We need to ask Hector or his wife where we can get some truly fresh fruit and vegetables.”“Maybe we can get them to purchase some for us as well as meat. We can cover part of their grocery bill for helping us.”“That’s an excellent idea,” replies Kyle. “It’ll also reduce the chances we. I just stared at it, my eyes riveted to the milky white globe and the dark, fat nipple that oozed milk.“Would you like to taste my milk, daddy?” she asked softly.“I… ah maybe we shouldn’t have this conversation,” I stammered.The truth is, I desperately wanted to feast on my sexy daughter’s tit and drink her milk. It may be wrong, maybe in reality my mind is really twisted and immoral, but the thought of taking that fat, brown nipple into my mouth was the most stimulating thought of my life. A.