Maybe I should try taking off just my shirt this time. Slowly and unhurriedly, I strip and take it off. Maybe this will be any better. I wait and see....How could I be so daring and careless to fool myself in the first place? Not much has changed either, even with my brasserie left and clinging on to my breasts and back. I wheeze and sigh out, and consider slipping my jeans off to stay and remain in nothing other than my black, sexy, and very much arousing panties. They are not even panties. But. She pulled me towards her and unzipped my jeans. She pulled my boxers down and just stared at my cock.My cock was a total mess as precum was oozing out for more than 20 minutes. She smiled and seeing my cleanly shaved cock she said, “Poori tayari karke aaya hain kya?” and held my cock. She started stroking it and I shot out a load. A few drops of my semen fell on her face, chest, and thighs.She smiled and wiped them off with her petticoat. Then she made me lie down next to her and she started. She was his daughter, but it turned him on to be anywhere near her. Even a single thought of her made his cock so hard, it hurt.Rick continued watching her as he ate and wished that she wasn't his daughter. 'What a fucking shame, ' he thought watching her bend down to pick up a fork, admiring her tight ass, feeling his cock growing more. 'I'd take such good care of you, ' he thought again, wondering what she liked in bed and if Bill even pleased her. 'If you're anything like your Mom, you'd. I had always had a desire to be with another woman, but due to my upbringing and my mother's warnings about "those" type of women, I would suppress those feelings. As I matured into my 40's, my desires became unbearable, to the point that I would taste my fingers after masturbating, and wonder if other women tasted as good!At this time I met a gal who was new to the area. It didn't take long for me to discover that she was very bi-sexual, and for our friendship to turn into a love affair.My.