Those were firm, I got it confirmed that she was not wearing a bra but only slip inside her top. On the way home, I was continuously looking at Mangal... in the mirror.I was thinking how to suck her breast and fuck my own sexy teen daughter tight pussy. After reaching home, we all had light dinner quickly. I arranged a bed. This was a single room. The bedroom had a double bed. So we decided to sleep – my wife and son on bed, myself with my baby on the floor.I started keeping bed ready thinking. I had bottom sex with some of my pr friends.My desire is to get fucked by laborers,barbers,autowala etc but never dared. Last week when I was coming in the local train I saw a laborer who was returning to home after working.His dress was much dirty and he smelled alcoholic. He started abusing everyone in the train.I liked his abusive words.He came and sat next to me.As I know hindi I asked why he is abusing in public place. He told that his wife nowadays not allowing him to fuck.She sleeps. Turns out he's right. The lacy underwear he's affectionately dubbed mocha patch come into view; sparking a memory of the night he'd ripped them off her. And with it the realization that he owes her a new pair of panties - because as he holds them up to the light, it's abundantly clear that the crotch is beyond repair.He rubs the material between his thumb and forefinger, trying to remember what she looked like that night.Or was it afternoon?His mind begins to wander to the minutiae.The toe. “Maybe you just need a little help, after all that is a lot of dick.” Missy slid down the sofa and took position next to Jodie. The younger girl shivered as the mature woman’s hand joined hers on the throbbing erection before them.Jodie was no stranger to kink. While at school she had partaken in the usual debauchery that seemed to accompany college life. On more than one occasion she found herself in a threesome with a couple of frat guys so as she felt Missy’s hand slide up her back and stop.