Kichi samaya chusila pare banda ta tike thia hela. Daddy momi ku tani nei sadhi blouse khuli dele. Momi doodha ta bada bada hele tike uli padithila. D...ddy doodha ku dhari dalile. Bahu dina pare kara kari hauchanti. Banda pela ku momi masta kari gelha kari khauthile. Banda pura uthi la. Hata muthare bi dharu na thila. 6inch ru adhik heba mutei bi masta. Momi bia aji masta genhana khaiba. Daddy momi sadhi ku pura khuli dele. Patire bia ku purei chusile. Momi bi banda ku khauthile. Dijana adha. As always, the first climax had made me so much more sensitive, and it was not long before I was thrusting up at the invading fingers until I was coming again, Dave covering my mouth with his to muffle my screams.While I was in that dream-like state coming down from the climax, Dave whispered to me, and I nodded approval, not caring as long as it meant more climaxes for me. A quick word from Dave to Jack, and Jack beckoned to George, who was happily sat watching the show. George moved towards. Then, disaster. My father had come to visit me at school, and Saturday afternoon, with me clean and freshly dressed, he took me boating on the river. We were in a punt, a flat bottomed boat which draws barely two inches of water and is propelled with a punt pole. I sat in the bow, the front, and father stood in the stern, pushing the pole against the bottom. It had rained a lot lately, and the current was strong. Suddenly my father raised his head, gave a little cry, dropped the pole, and. I knew I was being ridiculous so I called out saying that I'd appreciatehis help.It felt strange walking in hold-ups without shoes. Dieter looked me upand down with a sweet smile on his face."We need to find you a pair of shoes to complete your outfit." Heobserved. There was no longer any pretence about buying the dress for afriend.He walked over and stood behind me. I felt his hands brush the outsidesof my arms as he felt the material of my dress. I swallowed, my mouthsuddenly dry. At his.