My father said feel free don’t be shy . Just be as u like .Bhabhi said ok and started explaining my father went behind bhabhi very closely.my bhabhi...was quiet . Father said to continue her explanation. My was listening to her but his hand rubbing her thighs .bhabhi said papa what r u doing . My said just seeing ur smooth skin . He kissed her neck and his right went and cupped her right breast and his left hand into her cunt. She said papa what r u doing leave me somebody might come . My father. That so was not happening so she needed to get over that, and any other fantasy of his face between her thighs... *Brent Cromwell would never have known what she was doing had he not decided to check back for one last peek. He had to stop this farce of indifference toward Amy. Every night images of her sexy body filled his head and he couldn't get rid of them. Even after he jacked off, (because he couldn't not jack off) he still felt unsatisfied. He wanted that pussy. He fucking wanted those. Holding her wrists and taking some of the pressure off of the cables, I offered her instructions as well as my swollen cock.“Take this into your mouth, my little whore” I sneered softly.Without hesitation, she strained her head forward and worked the tip with as much saliva as she could muster and then in a very deliberate motion slid her hot mouth almost all the way down to the base of my shaft. 'Holy shit!' I thought to myself. She can really take a cock! All the while, her eyes looked up. I was worried fucking her hard or fast would hurt, so we went slow and steady. She didn't get off at all and felt very guilty afterward. She decided having sex should wait until marriage. So, shortly after college, we were married. No, not just so we could have sex. Becky and I were truly in love. We joked that we shouldn't spend much on the honeymoon, because we were just going to fuck the day and night no matter where it was. That's exactly what we did too!As you might guess, we kept having.