Her immediate thought was to apologize, but she froze. There was a moment's silence."Do ... do you believe in fate, my Redheaded Witch?" I..." Cynthia...swallowed. "I know lots of things, now. Enough that I can't say there is no fate, but also enough that I think fate isn't the answer most of the time." Our family, maybe, was created by fate. Daddy," and her voice choked up for a moment, "Daddy would always joke about it, but I think my mom's believe. I think I do too." My story is so strange.. So she asked me can i see your cock i said sure but did not do anything, it was her boldness that she started removing the buckle of my paint and started removing my paint, and then unzipping to her surprise i did not wear any underwear as i did not have the habit of that while i am at home so my cock was hard and when she caught it in her hand it was throbbing and i could feel all my nerves near my stomach started shaking and she was surprised by seeing me shake for 2 seconds and then i was. Bhavita could not help but notice how wet all their pussies were and also how red and large her mother’s labia were. She attributed this to having three c***dren but little did she know that it was because of her mother’s obsession with huge black cock. Over the years her black lovers had stretched her cunt beyond belief and she was a master at contracting her pussy so her husband would not suspect anything. This was a talent that would soon be passed on to her three daughters in order for them. We both had quite the horn on of late. With the change in weather lately. We were not expecting much action to be fair for a mid week trip out. So I made arrangements with a couple FB’s we know. To ensure there was something to cover both Mrs C and my self. Wednesday night comes round. And after several flirty messages over the course of the day. We are home showered and ready to role out the door. Mrs C has her favourite dogging out for on... a little green maxi dress with a slit up the side..