Pulling your hair back, making you look up to me as I tell you “Beg for that cock my slut”. Keeping eye contact with me you plead, “Please Daddy... let me have that cock, I want to suck you dry Daddy”. Running the head over your lips before I lean down and slide my finger over your soaked pussy. Pressing hard against your clit, and pinching slightly as I command, “More, make me believe you need this cock”. Gliding my finger between your wet slit, feeling you drip down as I curl slightly into you. Chikna …chikna hai to ma ji boli waqt hi nahi mil paata hai saara din to bahu ghar me rahti hai aur jab khaali hoti hoon to tum apna moosal lekar chadaayi karne lag jaate ho. Ab jaldi bhi karo ya baatey hi karte rahoge? Mama ji ne turant hi aasan sambhaal liya aur apna land ka supaada saasu ki baalon bhari bur ke muhaane par rakh kar ek jordaar thaap maara saasu ki hitchki nikal padi aur unhone apne 2no pair mama ji ki peeth se chipka diye aur apne chutad uchaalne lagi idhar didi ne bhi apne. I am my own interface. I plug the cable that I pull out of the pinky slot into a port in the back of the tower. Closing my eyes I sink down on to the floor and start figuring out the system.I come with a lexicon of different languages and skills; it seemed likely they would have to install a computer system inside to take care of autonomic operations and allow me to make my command known. I figure the operating system I have has got to be much more intelligent and sophisticated then anything. Kirsty wearing a dress with her naturally curly hair framing her face. The bag of spuds, lying on its side and spilling onto the ground.Scott and Vi both wanted to see it but I had decided that no-one else would see it until I had presented it to Kelly in the morning. Vi wheedled but I wouldn't be moved and they delivered me back to Newsham by three in the afternoon. All three girls were out when I got home and I secreted the carving in my room.I had already made it clear that I wanted Kelly.