"Before she could protest, her father pulled her partially over his body. Her upper body lay on him, her breasts tight against his hairy chest, and he... hands on his upper chest. She was looking at him close up really. She struggled to get off his chest but he held her.Her father said, "Put your leg over daddy." No, daddy."Ignoring her, and saying, "Come, let me help you," her father pulled her left thigh and trapped it between his strong thighs. Cindy felt her thigh press tightly against her. I am not making you all bored at all.Let me come to the story what happen a month ago. As I stay alone in a rented apartment that to on the terrace floor, I have all the beautiful view I want to.To which I love my room a lot.Once in a weekend to which I don’t have work, I heard someone washing clothes on the opposite terrace floor(in Bangalore all the house are build very close by to which we can go to the other terrace) I just normally took it and went off as usual.At that moment I couldn’t. A natural beauty, Cassandra didn’t have to do much to play up her sexuality. She didn’t wear makeup or jewelry. Nor did the auburn haired teen dress like she wanted it. Cassandra was the hot girl next door. Which in Dave’s case was quite literal.Dave suddenly felt himself conflicted. His dick and his ego warred against his better judgment.“Fuck it!” Dave said to himself. “I’m going for it!”With a cocky walk Dave quickly covered the short distance to his sister’s car. Opening the passenger side. ’ ‘Actually, it worked out for the best. He took me to the café. Did you meet Henrietta?’ ‘No, we didn’t stop at the café. I wish we had.’ ‘Henrietta is a tall, black woman with more personality in her little finger than I’ve seen in most people. When she sat down next to Brian I saw sparks fly, like they were about to ignite at any second. It was impossible for me to judge her age. I’ve never felt more comfortable with a woman that I’d just met.’ ‘What did you talk about?’ ‘Brian introduced me.