"I looked at her enquiringly, but she shook her head. "Not now."I drank my coffee, concentrating on the taste to escape the tumult of confusion in my ...ead. When I'd finished she stood, held out her hand to me and led me back into the woods to a little dell off the beaten track, discreet and out of sight. She was warm and lithe in my arms and I was soon too involved to worry about details of our relationship.2I opted to return to the city on the train. I had a lot to think about and needed to. Once they are what I made them they think everybody has sex that way and shares cum, gets ass-fucked, spat and cummed on, fucked in every hole and left dripping cum from every hole, their bodies a glassy sheen of pussy juice and ass-gel. And never never once do I even allow them to even think about taking off those uncomfortable four inch slut heels or daddy will slap their slut faces till their cheeks are red. A good girl always wears four inch heels and no panties and from a young age mind. I was excited to see two hands gently brushing my gals ass.I moved my bike little back so that they get to feel her completely. I could see one hand gently moved little up to tough her belt. Later he tried to touch her panties. I was shocked that my stupid wife was still not realising that people where feeling her ass and she was still busy narrating some story. I knew my wife always wear low waist pants which revealed her butt crack when she sit on my bike, on the other side I also knew they. However there were two things she badly wanted a maruti 800 AC to get her to college and back without the daily harassing journey on delhi’s infamous auto rickshaws or worse the blue line buses! She was literally prepared to screw for the car and enough money to maintain it over the next three years, as luck would have it she wouldn’t have to wait too long.Ajay Saxena , her horny dad wasn’t what we would call a moralist infact he was the cool happy go lucky sort a manager at a leading MNC bank.