Why the hell both had come over here. Neha’s mother was very big personality. She was fat than the fattest pig I had seen. Her face was like a bulld...g. Her hair was like those a monkey. She was fair, but looked like a white witch. She was very nagging. She fought with all the neighbors everyday. So all of us living in the building kept a distance from their family. Even Neha had no friends. From their conversation I understood that Neha was going to study on the terrace for the whole night and. My move brought his cock in contact with my clit. ‘Charles, please!’ ‘Please? Please what?’ Please fuck me, I thought, but couldn’t bring myself to say it aloud. The night before, we hadn’t fucked. We’d made love. I didn’t know what he’d think of me if I used the f-word. I almost laughed at myself, I’d never had any problem saying ‘fuck’ to anyone else. But Charles wasn’t anyone else. ‘I- I think we need a condom now.’ ‘I think you’re right, before we get carried away.’ He moved off me and. "Yes I'm sorry I think I'm going tostart my vacation a little early," he said to someone on the other end."Yes we did, yes thank you." He held out the phone to Stacy."Hi Daddy, yes they're both right here. I'm sorry Daddy yes we shouldhave let everyone know. But I wanted them to feel safe and know how wefeel first. Of course Daddy, but why don't we let them get settled inbefore we flood them with family. Thank you Daddy I love you too." shehanded the phone back to Tim."I'll ask them, please. I would occasionally ask her if she would like to be sucking on a cock while we were making love, and she would break her trance enough to say no, or shake her head. But still, it always seemed to be in the back of my mind as too hot a fantasy to enjoy having her go ballistic while she got fucked by someone else. Maybe that’s strange, but somehow it made her even more hot to me! The other thing was her daughter: She was 16 very hot, yet very modest, and I couldn’t stop thinking about whether.