Busily, her left hand opened the gray cotton all the way to the hem. She realized that she was breathing as though she was running…eager. She lifted...her petticoats revealing that delicate curve of her belly Harry called her ‘bowl of wheat.’ Again she visited the ginger jar, this time cupping up a small pool of oil with her fingers and dripping it into the deep hollow of her navel. Soon this skin would swell with the growing life within. She meant to minister to her skin, but another urge was. I situated myself on my knees in the reverse cowgirl position. I began slowly and built up my speed so that my ass cheeks were clapping as I rode him into a frenzy. He would occasionally slap my ass as hard as he could and say, “Thatta slut!” and “Keep it up, cunt. You’re pleasing daddy so much!” I began to run out of steam and he realized it. He pulled me back by my hair and placed me on my side and then on my stomach. He planned on finishing me off the way he did the first time today. . " A presumably common enough attitude in prison showers, but not even from the sluttiest girls that I've known have I heard such an emotionless deconstruction of oral pleasure. Better yet, she was intrigued by the idea of drinking piss. As her only conditions, Claire wanted to try drinking my piss in the shower and wanted to be able to stop if she didn't like it. She also wanted to meet at a bar near her place in case things didn't work out. Like I mentioned before, Claire seemed like female. . Mausi au sambhali parilani mate jor re chipi dela…. Mu ana niswasi hei jauthae …… mate maja laguthibaru mu kichhi kahu nathai… mora puni authare bahari padila… mausi ra bia sara mo rasa re oda heigala……Mausi mate kahila ja pochhi ki shots pindhi ki sua …..Sakala hebaku asilani…… ta pare mu sots pindhi soi padili….. Sakalu uthila pare kemiti gote alaga feelings asuthae…. Jemiti mate sabu khusi mili jaichi. Mu muha dhoiki feruthae dekhili mausi gadheiki oda dress re ghara ku asuthae…. Aha dudha.