.Or patti khulte hi may ghar ke andar chala gaya or bhabhi mere piche aai. Wo kamal ki sexy lagrahi thi usnay dress bhi bahut sexy pahen rakhi thi. Ma... ghar may gaya to muje pata chala ki ghar may koi nahi tha or thodi der chat karneke bad bhabhi muje bed room may lay gai phir may usko lips per kissing karne laga or or dance karte karte uskay boobs ko bhi rab karnay laga ab bhabhi puri tarah masti may aa gai dhire dhire may uskay badan ko kapdo say aazad karnay laga thodi der may wo puri tarah. Tiffany still loved her husband and her two c***dren. She just longed for something more than what the life of a suburban housewife could offer.A year ago, she started chatting online with a younger man. His screen name was BigMan. In the beginning their e-mails were purely sexual and when they were instant messaging it was always cyber sex. For the first time in years Tiffany was able to achieve satisfying orgasms fantasizing about her online lover. As the months past, pieces of their personal. I checked the time I reckoned I had about two hours before anyone came home. I couldn't keep my news in that long. I had chatted on the internet for a few years now so I decided to get on line and tell anyone who'd listen that I'd gotten my first job in a kennel. I usually used the teen chat room but that particular night there was very few people in there chatting so I decided to go into the general chat room. As a joke I decided not to put in my normal name but instead put in the name. He took his time, slowly sliding his hands along from her ankles to her calves, enjoying the toned, soft curve of her muscles. Then, dragging his hands softly up her thighs, circling to her inner sensitive skin. He smiled down at her already slightly flushed face, as he continued to caress her perfectly smooth legs. Savouring the feeling of her young, porcelain body, lying obediently beneath him."Daddy?" She asked sweetly, her eyes pleadingly looking up at him as he stood above her. He hadn't.