Like a day before I bought some condoms and kept in my place. We were walking back and I told her she looks pretty in her red saree she wore it. She k...nd of smiled and said thanks. I was slowly praising her beauty and intelligence. Sometimes she giggled and smiled back, while at other times she remained silent. I got bold and tried to catch her hand and tried to hold it. She was surprised but tried to take her hand away. The first time, she succeeded.But I tried again to hold her hand. This. I nursed her goober out of my eye ball and soon could see clear as ever. I moved around to be at the side of her head and placed my hand firmly and intentionally to her throat. She knew I could choke her, even strangle her if I wanted to but I only did it for pretend. I could hang her high later if I chose. I loved feeling her neck muscles contracting and twisting trying to permit air to enter to her lungs. I let go. I slapped her face gently when I could have knocked her. I saw everything: her silky smooth legs, her soft pubic fur, her tight stomach, her round, firm breasts, and finally her face with its expression of feigned surprise. My daughter said nothing, but her eyes could see mine evaluating her body. Quickly she bent down and grabbed her towel, pressing it against her front.“Oh, I’m sorry, daddy”, She mumbled as she backed toward the bathroom with the towel clutched under her neck. I saw a small smile flicker across her pretty face.I. I could never give her cock like he was and for some reason I was very ok. Maybe the lie was dead; I didn’t have to pretend anymore. I was a cuckold. I really didn’t know who this slut was on all fours but I knew she was mine and loved her even more and wanted to get to know her. Anne looked up at me and said, “Babe, climb under me and lick me while I’m getting fucked, please,” “Don’t think about it, just do it, I want you to do it so fucking bad, please lick my cunt now!” I wanted to please.