They had agreed to let me retain a copy of the engine for my own personal use, with the understanding that I not give it, loan it, sell it, or leave i... accidentally... in whatever other computer, other than my own, that I happened to use. I would not develop or release another such engine or any other search engine or internet search tool until the company realized certain goals of their own. I would refrain from informing or consulting with any other company, service, or internet provider,. I had learned that from Cathy! I took her t-shirt by the hem and tugged it off over her head, leaving her luscious blond shoulder-length hair in a tousled halo around her head.I gasped as I looked at her in all her lovely nakedness. Her baggy clothing had deceived me completely, I knew she had a shapely body, but now I gasped in disbelief and moaned softly in sheer pleasure. She was a poem ... a sonata to young feminine beauty. I completely forgot all about Cathy, as my appreciative eyes took. My actual thought was that they looked right. And once again, my treacherous pussy betrayed me. This was my daughter, about to give herself into eternal bondage, and instead of horror, instead of trepidation, instead of motherly concern, all I could think about was how she must feel in that outfit. Was it embarrassment? Shame? Sexiness? Pride?And a piece of my brain kept asking, how would I feel in it? Embarrassment? Definitely. Shame? Maybe. Sexiness? Oh, yeah! Pride? I just didn't know.We. Since I am over her in 69 position, Bhabi couldn’t raise her head or her body to stop my action but just a simple moan saying “aaaaaaah aah please stop, lalitttttttttttt. Pleaseeeeeee” But I pretend as if I didn’t hear it, I further buried my face and started rubbing her cunt over her dress with my face. I did this for sometime so that she gets relaxed with my act. After finding Bhabi returning to her normal, I moved further kissing her inner thigh. Now since I have moved further down on her.