And so started a very odd family tradition. Every year, on his daughter's birthday, Jim examined her pussy and counted her pussy hairs. He also measur...d them. It required a lot of touching.For her 12th birthday Jim came up with a bonus. He bought some scented edible massage oil and printed out a fake lable for it on his computer that said it was especially for the promotion and growth of pubic hair. "COUNT HAIRS" had been written on the callendar ever since she'd discovered her first hair, and. In fact, I knew I was cruising into dangerous territory, watching her 22-year-old ass swaying in that navy blue pleated skirt. She looked behind her, making sure I was following.“10 million dollars a year, Jack”, she whispered into my ear.The closet was securely locked, and there was nothing else to do, except enjoy the moment.I took her gorgeous face in my hands and kissed her. Her soft, dark brown hair rippled through my fingers while I savoured the taste of her full lips. Within seconds I. Aur vo dhire dhire niche aa gyi aur maine uske lips ko tight kiss kiya aur 5_7 min tak smooch krne lga. Aur uski kamar pe haath marke ferta rha aur woh mere upar m uske niche; fir maine uski nighty k uppr se hi ungli daalne lga.Maine uski nighty ko niche kr dia aur uske hoth chuste chuste uske bade bade chuche dbane lga. Uski choot m ungali daal kr andr bahr krne lgavo siskia marne lgi. Usk nighty utar dia mere samne sirf bra nd panty thi. Ufff uska badan. Use pura nanga kr dia m pagal ho gya. Her arms tightened around him in response and clasped his back, molding the strong muscles of his arms and shoulders, finding that as she massaged his flesh, it began to feel as if it was her own. Her desire for him increased as his mouth moved over hers, intense and hard, and her muscles grew taut like his. He sat up to pull his shirt over his gleaming brown torso. She watched him, her chest heaving with panting breaths, and felt impatient at being separated from him. He unbuttoned her smock.