Didi bhi pichhe se aayi. Aur usane pichhe se hi mujhe baanho me pakad liya aur uper se mere uper jhuk ke mere lips pe kiss kiya. Maine gussemebola mat...karo aisa mujhe dard hota hai. Wo mere paint pe hath rakh ke boli – kyaa yaha dard hotahai. Maine kaha – haa. Ispe wo boli ise tomain thikkar dungi jaise pahale kiya tha. Aur usane mujhe apne god me utha liya, aur bed pe lita diya.Phir aake khud hi mere bagal me late gayi. Phir usane mera paint khol diya aur mere land ko dhire dhire sahlane lagi.. Yes, come tomorrow," she said, a little dreamily, I thought. So I did. But the peculiar thing was, she didn't have any work for me to do. After some small talk over milk and cookies, she mentioned the magazines and if I wanted to look at them again. Of course, I agreed, a bit too eagerly. So she brought out the box from it's secret hiding place and put it down on the coffee table. I was stiff with anticipation and couldn't walk the short distance from the kitchen to the living room without. I winked at him and he just smiled then watched as Jackie sat on Vince's knee. Jackie straddled Vince's knee and he laid his hand on her upper thigh. All I could think was 'that was a smooth move.' There was chatter around the table as the game continues and I noticed Vince's thumb start massaging her upper a thigh. His hand gave it a squeeze a couple times as my cock was getting hard just watching him touch my daughters leg. Then I noticed her squirm a little on his leg as his thumb. You need to block my punches with your field. Ready?" NO! No. How am I supposed to block with my field?" Hah, concentrate. Visualize it. Make it happen. Hands up." Ok, but I don't kn... Oh, SHIT that hurt. FUCK!" It's okay, sugah. I pulled that punch. Now hands up again. Concentrate." Concentrate? Concen... FUCK! Now my other hand is killing me." CONCENTRATE! Not on the pain. Concentrate on blocking me. Ya block me."Phillip knew he was getting mad, but he didn't care, this was crazy, standing.