Aapki marji. To usne pehle apni jeebh ki tip mere LUND ke chote se chhed jahan par khoob saara MALAI jaisa ghadha ghadha ras laga hua tha par lagayi. ...o mera STICKY RAS uski jeebh se chipak sa gaya or jub usne apni jeebh wapis apne moonh mein kheenchi to 1 patli si RESHAM ki DORI si ban gayi. Usne pehle usi ko apne moonh mein lekar dekha or fir is se pehle main kuch samajh paata usne 1 jhatke se mera poora lund apne moonh mein le liya or andar hi andar usko chaat chaat kar saaf kar diya. Ab. The feeling is exquisite as the sheer nylon slides up my thigh, I make sure the seam is as straight as I can get it, hugging the curve of my calf and on up my thigh to where the thick welt fits tight around my leg. I clip the first suspender on at the front, pulling it taught. then the back, reaching as far round as I can get it, to make sure it lines up with the seam, a little more adjustment on this one, it needs to be really tight at the back. Then the middle one, pulling the stocking taught. Not only was my father listening to my plight that night, but something else was happening. Something that I’d felt in the back seats of cars, in the bedrooms of dozens of young boys when their parents weren’t home or thought we were studying, and pressed up against me on a hundred dance-floors. My father — my strict, Catholic, businessman father — was getting an erection. And the more I talked about my loneliness, my piss-poor boyfriend, my girlfriends leaving me behind to date older men,. I was sweating with the need of it. Begging her and pleading with her.“Sam Jacobs!” I cried finally. “You may be my fucking mistress but you are also my fucking daughter. Give it to me. NOW!”“Desperate are you, you fucking slut?!” she laughed and lay along my body, her flat belly against my rounded one, her little tits pressing against mine.But the vibrating cock slid all the way an. Iw was warm from the motor and it fel soo good. My cunt was swollen from all the attention so far and it.