Before I could hide the erection I had from my dream of staring down at my daughters deep blue eyes as she choked on my cock she jumped onto the bed. ... felt her near bare ass brush against my massive cock. I watched her realize what had happened, slowly she began to giggle. "Daddy! She teased, "your not supposed to get hard when you look at me! I'm sorry I'm in my undies". I didn't know how to react, as much as I tried to fight it I kept remembering her with two of her fingers deep inside her. "I sat down on the couch and watched the two of them fuck for another twenty minutes before the man pulled his deflated cock out of her. She turned around, licked his cock and balls clean and then told him he needed to get dressed and leave."But I was supposed to be able to spend the night." Things change baby. I have to do some damage control now and it will be better if you are not here. Go on baby, I'll call you later."He grumbled, but he got up, got dressed and she walked him to the door.. Whoever he was, he was dead by then. He’d have been at least ninety. People did not live that long in those times, not often anyway. And yet the account of his sins still mattered enough to burn another church. That’s where the theory fails for me. Political events can seem terribly important at the time. But they rarely are to the next generation.’ ‘So the Seville fire was unrelated?’ ‘I am not certain. The tale there is different. Not everyone died, very few did. But two church burnings in. Muskaan chali gyi. Waha pahuch k usne muje btaya.Ab suno muskan ki jubaani M waha shaam ko pahuch kar use mili. Wo muje waha se hotel le gya. Humne dinner kiya or hum uske flat ki taraf chal diye. Gaadi m wo mere boobs dawa raha tha. Mene top or jeans pahann rakha tha. Muje kuch kuch hone lga tha. Mene apna haath uske lund k upar rakh diya . Or use dawaati rahi. Ab hum flat m pahuch gye. Or kiss krne lge. Wo mere boobs dawa rha tha.M siski le rahi thi . Ab hum bedroom m aa gye. Wo mere ko kiss.