Shah had ordered for some vodka and offered Sowmya to drink. “Sorry, I have never drunk” Sowmya said courteously. “There is always a first time�...� Mr. Dutt urged with a smile. Sowmya looked at her and remembered what he had told on phone – ‘Don’t give away’. She took a deep breath and took up the glass.Shah had punched it well with sprite to make it not to taste very repulsive. And Sowmya drank it at one go. Both smiled watching that, and ordered for another peg. Sowmya looked back at Mr. Dutt,. ...morning daddy''i was sucking, like i always dothey mommy and daddy talking about stuffi had my life taken away , i felt so shy and never could turn back mommy had film me so much timemy new cute little cagew clacking as i suck was the only sound every morning o the living roomclack clack clack on my pillow sucking on daddy bbci got so much used to thisone day we left the city and went on a trip i hiked with mommy and daddy all day and it was a lot of fun they sat on the big logs on top of. She removed my pants and put them with her clothes. She looked at me and saw the growing bulge in my boxers. She giggled as she touched it through my shorts. I chuckled. She lifted my t-shirt over my head with a little help from me. She kissed and caressed my chest making my arousal bigger. Her hands went to the waistband of my shorts. As she pulled them down my manhood sprang free almost hitting her in the eye. She gasped at its size and stiffness. She touched it savoring its firmness and soft. She caressed my forehead with her palm. “Come up.” She said huskily and it didn’t take me a moment to think about it.I grabbed my pillow and crawled over her body to the other side of the bed. Our bodies came close together. My hand coiled around her waist like a snake. Her hand wrapped around mine, her warm breaths tickling my neck. I caressed her back. I don’t know how or when but she had slipped on her gown. Its fabric was the only thing between my hand and her smooth flesh. I was confused.