She carefully and quietly left the bed and dressed, going down to the kitchen and regaining familiarity with her erstwhile domain. She inspected the f...idge at more length realising someone other than Peter had stocked it. Mary? Elizabeth? Whoever it was had done a thorough job.She began to make frikadellen, now enjoying the kitchen and feeling at home. Peter loved frikadellen with rice: it was one of his favourites. Later, she was sure, the children would drop by. She looked forward to that.. I expressed my love for transparent saree and asked her to buy a transparent saree and a transparent blouse(black or red). She readily agreed and in two days she went shopping. She started sending pictures from the trial room and I must tell you she was super super hot in those sarees. After wearing 6-7 sarees, I chose a sexy red saree and blouse in which one could easily see Deepika’s big boobs and a lot of cleavage and her navel and belly button. She usually wears her jeans low waist and I. He was good looking, funny, attentive and very provocative. He made jokes that were a little risqué and made me blush slightly but they were never in bad taste. I am not normally a physical person. Let me explain that. I have friends of mine who are always touching men, a hand on their arm, a rubbing of shoulders that is almost accidental. I know that this sends a very clear message to most men. A message I normally don’t want to send. But with this man, let’s call him Andreu, I found myself. " She said, now serious,"Dad I'm not letting you go. I love you too much to be away from you and I want your cock. Dad don't leave me, you let me go once don't do it again." I couldn't believe this my dream, my fantasy rolled all I to one. I was stunned for a moment, until I looked into those eyes and knew my dream to fuck my daughter had come to reality, so I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her lips. I slowly parted our mouths, kissing and sucking her lips, with Sara reciprocating back. Our.