Me buety parlor gaya aur mere kam khtatam hote hote 9:30 ho gaya raat ki to me choutu ko boli chal kuch parcel leke chalte hai me mehendi lagai hu. kh...na nahi bana sakti to chotu bola thik hai didi aap aur 30 min wahi pe kuch ki jiye me parcel leke ataa hu . to me parlour me pucha niche ka savin ka kitna time lagega to wo boli 15 min se jyada nahi . to me tutanta se niche ka bal saph kar diya . aur waha se nirodh vending machine se nirodh bhi le ayi.Ghar pahuc ke khan ke tayari me me bola chotu. Images flew into her mind, if her mother had put the boy up to this, or if this was some prank on her dad’s part. Then she saw a look of utmost expectation on his face and realized that the boy sincerely meant what he said. She decided to be merciful and shoot down his little fantasy gently. ‘Well I don’t know, how old are you?’ she asked amusedly. ’13,’ he replied proudly. ‘Well I’m 23, are you sure that you want an old maid like me as your wife? Wouldn’t you prefer someone your own age?’ she. Let me elaborate further about Bhanupriya. She was one hot dumb chick that anyone would love to kiss and make-out with. She was of considerably fair complexion. Her figure was an attractive 32 – 28 – 32 and she was one among the most sought after girls in my batch. Her voice was as if a flute was being played and her eyes were like two black onyx stones.But what we largely discussed was her past boyfriend and one day she started crying on the phone. I proposed her to deviate her attention. She. It was dry except where my cum had run down it a little. It hurt and I couldn’t help but scream. Daddy leaned over me laughing. “You like it slut, like daddy’s cock in your slutty asshole?” I shook my head crying. “It hurts daddy…stop.” He just smiled, and started to pull out, but he didn’t get all the way out before he slammed it in again. I screamed, and he repeated the movement. Then it washed over me as he started pumping my ass hard. My fantasy was coming true, my daddy was raping my.