The sleeveless, white blouse fit tight around her rib cage, lifting and displaying those orbs. The two top buttons were open to "let her breasts breat...e," as she liked to say.The red skirt came to mid thigh. It fit like a glove, displaying shapely legs in sheer stockings. She wore red flats; heels made it hard to drive. With a self-satisfied smile, she grabbed her purse and trotted out the door, ready and eager for her adventure.In the garage, she twisted the key in the ignition. The mighty 350. Chodd na manav… Meri chut marrr.. Aahhh aahh ahhh ahhh.. MmmmI was hearing all this and did not bother to change and left my home in my shorts and t shirt and got into an auto. It was getting hard and difficult to hide. She was still moaning like anything and taking my name while doing so. On my way to her home, I took the supplies which she asked for and reached her place. I rang the door bell and she stopped moaning and saidShiela : aa gye tum..Manav : haan..Shiela : doorbell bajao aur jaldi. ” “Sorry Zoe.” I was aching now. “But your Mum is expecting to hear your Dad has been caned.” “Well yes” Hannah said urgently, “that’s why I came. I am rather hoping you will lie for me, like tell her I did cane Dad.” “Where is Jeff anyway?” Zoe asked. “He’s gone out for the evening.” “Just like that? He and my Dad are both supposed to be spanked for what they did. Did you spank yours at all?” “Well no, actually.” There was what must have been stunned silence from Zoe. . ..'Never one to let my baby down I gently slide my unprotected cock, into her well used young cunt, violating every rule of fucking etiquette I can think of. First, she is my daughter. Who fucks their daughter without protection? Second, she asked me to use protection. Then of course, who else might have taken this route? Is she safe? Damn.As I slide inside her, much more easily than I would have expected, she asks again. 'dude, you have a rubber on, right?' her voice slurred and unsteady. Not.