My jaw dropped as she dropped her saree below her navel so that I can c her public hair and this time I have no doubt in seeing her boobs. My guess co...rect, she has opened 2 more buttons of her jacked and one boob came out of her jacket as there was no bra in it. This time she came to me and pours water on me. I looked dazed. She looked straight in my eyes and dropped her pallu. She opened the last button of her jacket also and removed. I was about to hold her right there in temptation. But she. My daughter had done this several times, and probably, she had done this with older men. My hand cupped my daughter’s butt and greedily pulled it as I thrust. In a minute or so, we found a rhythm of hunching back and forth, while kissing like there was no tomorrow.Now it was apparent that our desire got better of us. My daughter’s hand reached on my boxer to stroke my enormous cock. I helped my daughter by pushing my boxer down and wriggling free of it; then she grabbed my thick cock. It was. Her back arched as she orgasmed, her ass lifting off the bed. She was done but I wasn't I tightened my grip on my pecker, stroking it faster and faster until I spurted against the side of the house. Fuck! That was hot. I could only guess that my Ms. Baker would like her fucking a little on the rough side. I would love to spank that pussy for her before I licked her to orgasm.When I showed up Saturday to finish up she had already left for the dump with a load of leaves in her car trunk. I was. After that… well, darlings… fill your boots, as I believe the English say…’ *** Rachal loved the formal dress theme. It gave her the opportunity to wear the tiny purple dress that so brought out the mocha colour of her skin. The indecent neckline left nothing to the imagination, and there wasn’t a man in the room who’d failed to notice the way her erect nipples pointed proudly upwards through the material. As for the way her lacy thigh highs bounced into view with each step, she was every man’s.