Usne kaha ki gum javo aur gand dikhavo…Main aapne angdayi badal kar usko gand ka darshan diya…Usne jat se meri pant kholi aur..Mere gand ko chatne...laga.Main 7ve asman main udne lagaUfff ahhh ke mouning dhere se muh se muskil se rokh saka…..Mera poora badan mai ek anoki nasha didbe lagi…Mai tho pura usko surrender hogayaUsne achanak mere gand main ungli dal dhe…Achnak hamle se thoda chounk gaya lekin bada maza aa raha tha…Phir usne teen ungli dali….Thoda maza jyada hone laga…Usne aapne jaib se. It stated free accommodation for someone that would be willing to help out with some chores on what appeared to be a horse training ranch. Grace leapt at the opportunity. She’d grown up on her grandparent’s farm until her parents decided to move to the city but she managed to return most week ends and every school holidays. She loved being there and she loved her horse, Cloud. Her grandparents passed away when she was in her senior year and her parents didn’t want anything to do with the farm. "It's not that important." Okay," I replied, a little confused."Hey, Daddy, do you remember how I used to sleep between you and Mom?" she asked cheerfully, completely changing the subject.I smiled at that."Yes, I remember. I'm surprised you do." It's pretty vague," she admitted.Relaxing again I let myself put my hand on her lower right thigh, the pale skin as soft as velvet under my fingers, as I recounted the tale, "Yeah, you would come pattering down the hall at six in the morning. I'd grab. I tell her to drool, let it spill out of her mouth. She obeys again and lets her saliva pour out of her mouth and fall onto my body. I take it and smear it on her tits, spit shine those nipples. She cries out in pleasure, louder, more melodic. I can feel the vibration from her magic wand. I slow down my pace so we enjoy the wand together. She curses up a storm, it sounds so hot. I continue to pound that delicate pussy hard until I feel the pressure building up inside and then she pulls.