She took it in her hand and was stroking it. I didn’t like the idea of us having sex with her saree and blouse disturbing us. I wanted to be complet...ly naked , so I removed my shorts and I was completely naked. I spoke my first word and that was ‘ uth jara aai ‘ meaning just get up mother. She got up and was sitting beside me . I removed her blouse and started pulling her saree as I didn’t know how to remove it. She did it herself and guess what we were completely naked sitting​ on bed with my. . something important?" she asked."Sure, baby doll, you know you can ask me anything. What's on that pretty mind of yours?" he asked."When we get home, oh, never mind. It's okay," she said, changing her mind quickly."What is it, sweetheart? What do you want?" he asked, wanting her to tell him what she wanted to ask him."Well, I want you... in my... ass, Daddy. Please, fuck my ass," she pleaded."You want me to fuck your ass? Have you ever done that before?" he asked her."No, I was going to ask. It was an English Muffin, its sides blackened and curled, curled like a fetus. Why Amanda hadn’t thrown up, she didn’t know. She lifted the plate up, a stream of butter soaking through, forming a greasy, piss colored puddle. A giant glob of butter was staring back at her, sliding across the undercooked surface. A patch of ice, like skin, was imbedded deep within the nooks and crannies. To think, she had loved English Muffins once upon a time. The present: ‘Have a line,’ Glory beamed, eyes. He reached over and pulled me towards him and we kissed; it was like opening the floodgates. His hand found my boobs and he squeezed them so hard it caused a pain to shoot straight to my pussy."Fucking great tits," he said crudely and he fingers un-popped each button to expose my lacy bra.I leaned forward so that could get at my bra strap and soon his hands were on my naked skin.My mind was still saying no but my body was over ruling everything. I lifted my bum off the seat so that he could.