.. you see, chatting was no longer enough." Oh." He hasn't been able to find any girls who has looked like his daughterand is discreet enough."It was ...retty obvious what he was getting at. I knew it involved pleasinga man with my new body... it involved getting fucked. My heart began tobeat faster again. And my pussy was starting to get wetter. I wasyearning for cock so badly and I couldn't think of a better way tosatisfy my craving."You've chatted with him and you know exactly what he wants.. She was sensible and stable, intelligent and caring. A career woman. But one thing she wasn't was freaky. She didn’t need to be. I loved her because she was the opposite. “You’re about as freaky as a pair of slippers and a cup of hot cocoa.”“I know. But I feel like I missed out on doing stuff like that when I was young. My parents were strict.”I wasn't convinced. “You’d hate it. Being hot, smelly and sweaty is not your thing.”“I know. But it would be nice to have one last blow out before we. "Well now ... let's see ... We'll probably be more comfortable having that discussion over on the couch."Robert took her hips and moved Beth over to the large overstuffed leather couch against the far wall. He had her sit down and then lifted her feet by the ankles to make her lie flat on her back. Next he got beside her facing her on his knees as his breathing grew more ragged with arousal. He took her left leg by the ankle and lifted it, extending it out straight as he studied how her high. My mom swayed a bit to the music and said she couldn’t really dance freely in such tight outfit and announced she was going to change. Arvind spanked her lightly on her behind and said comeback fast and she naughty asked him to behave or she wouldn’t teach him. He laughed and we poured another drink while she was gone. I acting cool and seeming to not see all this negatively encouraged my mom more not seeming bothered of me. Two more drinks and Kamsin was back. Mommy dearest was wearing a.