“What?”“Can you get me something to eat?”“Sure. Whaddaya want?”“Do we have any mashed potatoes left over?”“Uh-huh.”“Make me a ma...hed potato and dill pickle sandwich.”“Jesus, Cara!” I exclaimed.Hard blue eyes glared at me. “What?! You got something to say?”Rachael giggled and headed back to the kitchen.“Don’t forget the mayo!” Cara yelled.“I won’t.”My daughter turned her attention back to me. “Did you buy the paint for the baby’s room?”I nodded.“Is it the right color? Maybe you should bring it. " she said. "You can't touch, you just have to watch and see how dumb this is..." she worked her pussy with the left hand, her right moving up her chest to tweak her nipples.I was shocked. As far as I know, she's never touched herself like this. We'd talked about it, and she said she was just never interested. But now she insisted on doing it while I watch!What could I do? I pulled my cock out and sat there, watching her, stroking myself.I noticed that she was only playing with the outside of. 3.30 the school bell rang, at last end of term six whole weeks off. I made my way to the bus, the usual crowd all shouting and cheering that it was all over till the end of summer. I kept wondering if there would be anything for me when I got home. My sister, now nearly 19, had been given a surprise trip on her 16th. I'd been sent off to my Aunt and Uncles for a week, which had been great as my cousins were the same age as me and we got on well together. I never did ask what sort of trip they. Meri lund mummy ke choot me achi tarahse andar bahar aa ja rahi ti, meri mummy poori 9inch andar lerahi ti, anke band karke swans jor jorse lerahi ti, muje to bus 7ve assman me udta huwa mehasus ho rah ta ki me bata nehi sakta. Meri speed bad rahi ti to kudh mummy bolne lagi jorse jorse , jorse , aur jorse bolte huve meri kambar ko pakadkar lund kuswake lerahi ti, meri lund jorse choot ke andar jane se aur mummy ki chootse takrane se chat chat chat karke awaj nikal rahiti, kamse kam 15 min me.