Chopping, slicing. Sweating, sautéing, simmering. Then the roasts for dinner, how many, are they lean, fat, in between. Is the oven too hot, too cold... Do we need wood, of course, we do. We always need firewood. Who’s getting fresh water, yadda, yadda, yadda. By the time dinner was served, these ladies knew they had done an excellent job. And I made sure they knew it.And I knew that Suzy had the boys equally busy. Mucking out stalls, putting down fresh straw, filling feed racks. Picking eggs,. . my pussy, Daddy."He slapped my ass again so hard I thought he might have torn the flesh. It was so hot and I knew I'd have trouble sitting down tomorrow. He yelled the question again and I finally knew the answer."It's your pussy, Daddy." That's right slut! Whose tits are those?" Yours, Daddy. They belong to you." That's a good little fuckslut!" he said as I felt his fingers rubbing my slit and flicking at my clit. I was wet and slippery, and I was deeply ashamed because of it. My body had. I was working in a bank in Baroda Gujarat. I was staying with my parents for some reasons my marriage never happened neither did and I have any physical relationships. I had a younger brother (my mom’s younger sister’s son) who was working in Pune as a developerHe was 6 years younger to me and was very close to me. He used to share all his adventures he had (including the ones with other girls) as far as looks go he was quite handsome 5 feet 11 inches and whitish complexion and atheletic built.. Laurindo's head solid up top, seating in handsome and muscular shoulders. Like him, the man didn't seem to have much hair on his body, except a bush atop his swelling cock, as he glimpsed a second before, in a flash. His own cock was rock hard and pulsing. He took his towel and dried and cleaned the head, a feeling of tender caresses from the fabric, light and soft. This feeling went from his head straight down to his testicles and cock and he felt good and even a bit relaxed. Laurindo, still.