She always used to wear blouses and sari way below her navel. She had long white, voluptuous, fleshy tummy and a big round deep reddish navel. The cur...e formation below her navel was just too beautiful. It was protruding out so that one can move the hands and enjoy the heavenly feeling. Whenever she came to our house, I used to see her bulky, bulging, shining tummy with sexy navel and also glimpse at the size of her breasts and her cleavage. I always used to masturbate thinking of her. She had. Toby and I pushed that little bike home, where we put it into the garden shed, its usual location. Toby went home, and I leapt on my bike and pedalling furiously was soon at the hospital. I found my very distressed mother on Florence Nightingale ward, father in surgery, though she had seen him before hand on a gurney, pale and out of it on pain killers. After a long while, well just after midnight actually, a doctor pulled mother to one side and told her that the spike had removed father`s. A lover’s kiss. Then, I held the kiss, and gently probed her opening with my tongue, once again, tasting her, tasting the inside of her pussy and the slick, slippery walls. I felt her taking a deep breath, and then sighing, as I tasted the inside of her womanhood. I withdrew my tongue from Casey’s sweet pussy, and I scooped some of the fluids pooling in the recess between her inner lips, into my mouth, spreading it over my tongue, experiencing the sweetish flavour, as I inhaled the tangy scent.. ‘Can you what?’ she asked innocently. His face reddened dangerously. ‘Spit it out, son.’ He began to snicker appreciatively. ‘Thought you could read my mind, daughter?’ Her grin brightened the entire room. ‘Oh, there’s no doubt I can read your mind. There’s no doubt I want to torture you with it, either. If you don’t ask, I’ll make you take it by force.’ Todd laughed, eyebrows knitting together. ‘Maybe I would like that, Claire.’ ‘Maybe I would too,’ she countered, grinning even more impishly..