So did Elizabeth. She shoved her hand into the top of her pajama pants and into her panties, thrusting a finger deeply into her pussy all in one moti...n. She was soaking wet. Gone were all thoughts of anger or retribution. She was jealous. Jealous of her own daughter. She wanted to be Claire, to be the girl getting fucked by her own father. She watched as the girl carefully guided her father’s prick to its proper place. She let go, and then threw back her head with a deep moan. Phillip. I had already gone too far, there was no point in backing now.I brought my face near Bhabhi’s face and whispered, “Bhabhi” She responsed “Hmmm” “I am going to pull off your panty, lift your waist up” I almost commanded in whisper and moved my hand to hold the waist band of her panty on her other side. The pillow still on her face, she turned her face a little and lo… she arched her back up slightly.Happy, I pushed the hem down her thigh, but it didn’t travel far enough before she slumped back.. Seamus thought of how he would love to trace along the outline before delving in between her legs. "What are you doing here then?" The man yelled. "I just finished school and I wanted to see a bit of the world before I get settled down anywhere!" She explained. God that accent is cute. Seamus thought as he continued to examine her. She had her nails painted a dark red, his favorite colour, and they were long. Perfect for scraping against his back. Everything about this woman was only convincing. Mary spared him no sympathy though. Her thoughts were on the beautiful beaches where she would spend the rest of her days leading a life of leisure.That night Mary looked at herself in the mirror as she got ready for bed. She was 26, rich, and beautiful. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She smiled in her sleep.Mary shot up, startled. Something was wrong. She wasn't in her apartment. She was laying naked on a cold stone floor. Faint light filtered through an open doorway as.