There’s no one left in line. No one but me, that is. I enter the booth and push the hundred-dollar-bill through the hole with my hand, and, gruffly ...isguising my voice, I say, ‘I want your asshole. Press it up against the hole so I can fuck it. I’ll be gentle. I have lube. Give me what I want.’ She doesn’t even hesitate. Jesus, what kind of slut have I raised? My daughter snatched the bill from my hand and – just like that – her little sphincter is pressed against the hole. Once she’s in. I said yes. I told her I just wanted to know what it was like to have sex. She was silent for a while. Then she said, “Do you want to have sex with me. Just to know what it’s like. This way you’ll also know what it’s like and I will also satisfy my five year long sexual urge. ”I shyly said Ok. She then told me to stand up. She went inside and came a minute later and sat down on the sofa where we were sitting and talking all this while. She was wearing a red kurta all this while. She sat down. She too aggreed with me a little and i got an idea of seducing her. i told her that see i dont ve a belly n now u only have a belly. she was arguing with me and i suddenly asked her to show her tummy. she agreed and immly stood up and slightly adjusted her pallu and showed me her stomach told me that see i also dont have a belly. i was dumbstruck for a moment. her waist was so silky with the folds and it was like an actress’ waist. she was wearing her saree below her stomach and oh my. I held her hands and shooted all my stuff in her palm and made her hand dirty. She pushed me say thing what is this and I smiled kissing her lips and told her I’ll be fucking u next time. For which she smiled and slapped my checks and was running away. For the final play I held her from behind went inside her kurtha and squeezed her boobs for some time making her feel some love.She adjusted herself 1st. neatly tied her hair and fixed her kurtha. I opened the door of the bathroom checked for.