Tak pine k baad mummy chair pe hi pair upar kar k beth gai or apni maxi ko ghutno tak upar kar liya unki janghe dikhne lagi gorapan gajab ka dikh raha...tha jangho kaPapa ne bich me rakhi table khiskai or chair pakad k apne paas khichi mummy ne chair k handle pe apne haath rakh liye papa ne unki maxi ko thoda sarkaya panty dikhne lagi to papa ne chair k dono taraf apne pair rakh liye chair k kafi karib aa gae jaldi se panty ko pakad k khichne lage mummy handle k bal thoda upar ko ho gai to papa. He might just stay away longer to spite me. And himself.Mercifully my agonizing was short lived; I heard the front door opensans the need for a text."Hi." I adopted the stance of cheeriness, pretending the fight had neverhappened."Hi," he replies. But it's churlish. Clearly he doesn't want to playalong."Your dinner's ready. It's eye fillet. Rare. Just how you said you likeit."He seems moderately appeased.So the way to a man's heart really is.......Oh for fuck sake Alex! Are you really going to. The dress wasn’t too short or sexy, coming down a couple inches above her knee. The skirt was connected to a halter top that was tied in a bow in the back; the ends of the bow brushing her shoulder blades. Kim proceeded to give me the obligatory pre-departure safety speech as she cruised around the kitchen tending to last minute details. I pretended to pay attention, putting my legs up on the rungs of the chair next to me. Suddenly Kim gasped as a car pulled into the driveway. “He’s here!” she. Meri pati toh sirf aap ho. SHAMA K pita sirf aap ho. (My ex never liked my kinkiness of sex neither licked my pussy. You are my true husband. You’re the true father of my SHAMA)I called my mother and told her I was not coming home tonight. We spoke to SHAMA over the phone and I was introduced to her as her mother’s friend. I spoke to the thin little girl who once played in my house and I never realized she was my daughter.We had an other round of fuck when she rode on top of me and with that.