Unhone mujhe lipkiss karna shroo kiya sac kahoon mujhe bahoot sharm aa rahi thi apne dad ki umar ke aadami ke saath wo mujhe apni god main utha kar be... tak le gaye meri coorian khanak rahi thi.Fir unhone meri saari utarte hue poocha kya tum mera jhel logi to maine kaha sir pata nahi par plz light band kar deejiye mujhe bahoot sharm aa rahi hai to wo kehane lage light band kar ke main tumhare saath beete kuch pal ganwana nahi cahata .Main ankhen band kar ke late gai fir unhone apna coat aur. I like to think that I’m a good dad. I’m not so clueless that I don’t recognize that being a great father also means being a great husband, its one of the areas that needs improvement in my parenting skills I guess. I’m not a big man only about 5’5′ and right around 155lbs. I am reasonably fit but I’m not quite ready to run a marathon just yet. I’m not a terribly handsome guy either maybe I’m a solid 6.5 out of 10. So I like to think that I don’t scare small children as I walk down the street. He led me inside and back to his room. The bed was made, the room neat. He pulled the covers off, exposing clean sheets. He urged me down, and I obliged. I lay down on my back and he positioned himself between my legs. I widened them, to accommodate him.He started with soft kisses along my inner thigh, light, feathery, barely grazing my skin with his lips.He ran his tongue along the joint where my leg met my body, inches away from my slit. He kissed across the top of my mound, underneath my. But when she looks at me coldly, I melt, spread my legs, and insert the already lubed egg far up into my cunt, swallowing hard, and knowing this would be yet another test of my obedience.Then I put on the rest of my costume, and prepare to start the dance. And just to prove her power over me, she turns the vibrator on just as we go onstage…Now we are approaching the end of the second of the three, ten-minute acts. According to the script, which we loosely follow with variations for the audience.