"There you are," Mr. Singh said, "Where is Selma?" Selma was not at home so I brought her daughter," Mary said."What use is she? Main isse nahin chod ...akta. Yeh bahut choti hai (I can't fuck her. She is very young)," Mr. Singh said, "Mary, your cunt is bleeding and Selma is not available. Tu hee bata ab main kisse chodoon (You tell me whom shall I fuck)." Aap ammi ko chodene ke liye bula rahe the (You were calling ammi (mummy) to fuck her)," the girl said."Yes but she is not here," Mr. Singh. I kick them free of my remaining clothes.I, as usual, have other plans. I am too excited for a mere suck-off. I want to feel your pulsating passage clinching around me. I pull on your hair until you stand up. Regretfully, you let my long, hot, hard, extremely think staff slide out of your mouth. I turn you around and push. Off balance on your high heels, you fall over the dinner table. I step behind you and, with no further ado, slam onto you. Your breast rubs against the unyielding. She’s flinching a bit because of the unusual sensation but she’s loving it. “Aahh. That’s nice Frank. It’s turning me on!” I’m sitting down on the shower floor, pressing her foot on my hard shaft, against my belly. I’m feeling her toes, her sole on my dick. I’m moving her foot up and down my shaft. “This is hot baby! I’m feeling so much pleasure.” Nadine’s putting two fingers on her clit, starting to circle it slowly. “I like feeling your throbbing cock against my foot.” “Come sit down here. As always, I was up, throwing on boxers, and running to her room. Skidding across the wood floors as I raced to her side. I quickly got into bed and pulled her to me. Holding her tightly against my body, rocking her, and telling her that I was there for her. That nobody would ever take me from my baby girl. This time, it took longer than normal for her to settle down and just sag against me. All the while, I never let her go and continued to pet her hair. Even after she was over the nightmare,.