’I gasped a little.‘But HERE, Daddy?! This is in public!’‘Here, sweetheart. Come on now.’My cheeks flaming furiously, I stood up slowly and ...ank down in front of his seat, on the floor. As I fumbled with the buttons and zips on his jeans, Daddy stroked my long brown hair, murmuring to me.‘Yes, baby girl. You’re so good. Just apologize nicely and I won’t punish you.’I smiled up at him from my space between his legs on the floor, wanting approval and basking in the praise. My fingers brought his. An expatriate English lass herself, the redhead had broken out, turning her stint at the restaurant into a job at KDTV, where (it turned out) an English accent was golden for commercials and promotional spots. Ironically enough, Tamara was discovered at Hooters three years before, before Kyla was a member in good standing – but Brits of a feather, hung together and Tamara was still a welcome member of this elite gathering. Even though she was the only one present wearing a proper bra."She. “The AC? It runs up the electricity bill. Way too early for that” said her miser husband.“See how hot I am, Ramesh. My under-breasts, too, are wet. Please turn it on,” requested Vela.“Are they?” said Ramesh slyly. He took a sudden interest in his sexy wife. “Let me see.” One hand went on Vela’s big tits, and the other went down on her spongy ass to feel her.“I don’t want you. I want cold air!” Velamma rejected him.“Oh dear, okay, let me turn the AC on,” said disappointed Ramesh.Velamma went. She ground her hips into his face, urging his tongue deeper, leaning back against the sleek black sports car to aid her balance. The hot metal burned against her skin but she barely noticed now that she was deep into her ecstasy. He expertly tongued her, varying his speed, depth and touch, riding her hip movements and thumbing her clit to rise the climax within her. Turning her away from him, he gently guided her to lean over the car’s hood. Low and sleek, the hood rose only inches off the.