Thodi derr tak to kuch nahi hua phir achanak papa ne kaha bete mujhko dard horaha hai…maine pucha ki kahan to unhone kaha lund par to maine pucha wo... kya hota hai to unhone apna lund mere haaton mein pakdate huye kaha isko…maine kaha chee papa yeh gandi language kyun use karte ho…to papa ne kaha ki yeh gandi language nahi….hindi mein isko lund hi kehte hain…maine kaha thik hai…aur maine lund ko pakad lia….papa e mujhko kaha ki skirt upar karke baith jao…main baith gyi…ab papa meri gaand sehlane. " She moaned out.This time, I did moan. Everyone in my life called me Jess or Jessica. I hadn't been Jessie to anyone since kindergarten. To hear a real endearment on her lips...I had to hear it again.My tongue teased, darted, swirled – and then lashed her clit, lightly but continuously, driving her almost up out of her chair."Oh, my god," she moaned. I slid my tongue down her slit and inside her again. She moaned.I was like a c***d with a toy – I did anything that I could think of to make her. He was still at work, I could have checked the garage but, I came in through the back door. I set my bag down on the rocker and decided to take a bath. I drew the water and grabbed the waterproof vibrator from the back of the drawer…. It had been a long day. My name is Eliza Connie Westerfield, and I am 16 years old. I live with my father Herald, my mother Connie, and my 17 year old brother Sam. My family is very wealthy, and have been every since I could remember. My mother is a teacher and. I get there and she greets me with a warm welcoming hug. One that got my dick semi hard, I had six days of nut saved up. She had on some flip flops, Capri pants, a polo and was looking sexy as ever. We talk for a good 30 minutes laughing about random crap and watching TV. She decides to break the wine out. We drink on a few different wines before we made our way back to the couch. From there things heated up quickly. I said “you have been touching me all night, I think you should just come over.