” he said, “That’s the next course.” “I’m ready.” I said as I turned over and buried my head in the soft pillows with my knee’s raised...and my arse in the air. Conrad went to his case and got his lube. I like a man who is ready with everything; he proceeded to lubricate my opening to ensure a smooth entry. At first, he inserted one finger, then two, my body was twitching with excitement already and I was pressing back on him as the feelings got to me. His finger came out, then I could feel his. Teach me daddy... please! She pleaded. Not knowing how to respond, he dipped his head and partially opened his mouth. As his lips met hers, he instinctively moved his head, allowing easier access, for their tongues to meet. He led and she followed as their tongues intertwined. Soon daddy had his hand inside her shirt. He cupped a breast in his hand, lightly squeezing. The more he groped her the more aggressive her tongue became. Soon it was she, who was leading. Daddy followed as Ginny cooed.. Remember, I am not your slave to cook your food, I earn my own money and make my living. You remember to take care of your stuff. To hell with your Maggi.My husband did not reply. But I received a surprising image on WhatsApp. The image had nylon ropes, dotted condoms, lubes, candles, and a stick.I just send him a few angry smileys.Soon my husband entered the room with his cricket kits, all muddy and soaked in sweat. I just did not like the sight and told him, “Naha le harami, you look like a. My first boyfriend was the most popular guy in my high school.I was not allowed to date when we were in high school together, to the dissapointment of the many boys who were constantly asking me out. My athletic body, flowing black hair, and firm C-cup breasts, always pressing pertly against the sweaters I used to wear, brought a lot of attention from the boys and envy from the girls. But I could never do anything with the boys that I liked; my parents were quite strict, and never allowed me to.