I watched as he reached for on of the cold strawberries next to the bed and with on hand spread my wet pussy lips and with the other squeezed the swee... cold juices out of the berry and letting it drip on my clit. I heard myself screaming words I had never spoken before as he grabbed another strawberry and gently push the cold fruit into my pussy. Then taking another in his lips and using his tongue to push it in also. I arched my self to his face uncontrollably as I felt his tongue push in. She took them back into the kitchen.“There’s one addressed to each of us. Dad, what are these, and how did they get here?”“Oh, I put them there a while ago, after the last guy left, eight of them, wasn’t it? It’s all pretty self-explanatory. You’ve been served. So long!”I ended the call and switched off the phone. I still had the cameras and the microphones, so I was able to enjoy the expressions on their faces as they gasped in amazement and then ripped open their envelopes.They’d taken their. Swati : Aur kuch nahi to ok theek hai. Koi bath nahi. Bye.Main samajh gaya woh nakhra maar rahi hai to maine bhi socha uska sath doo uske nakhre me aur bola : Are nahi, chalo sorry tumhe hi yaad kar raha tha.Swati : Acha? Kyu aysi kya bath hai jo mujhe yaad kiya?Main : Itni bholi banti ho.Swati : Bholi to hoon mein ha ha ha! Mere papa se poochlo.Main : Haan haan tumhari maa se poncho ki tum bholi ho ki nahi?Swati : Are yaar maa ko mat lao pura mood udd jata hai. Woh na basMain : Ha ha ha! Woh. I sighed and positioned myself facing her side as I gently lowered her panties, aware that standing in front or behind her there would be nowhere to avoid looking at her untrimmed pussy. Despite my efforts it was impossible not to notice that her pubic hair was longer in some places than others, clearly before the accident she had liked to keep herself largely hairless with just a tuft of hair or maybe a small landing strip above her pussy. I folded up her clothes out of the way and then helped.