We began to touch each other’s breast and kissing each other so sensual, lifting our blouses we began licking the nipple till they peaked and became...hard as a little pebble. Oh! How wet we were both getting. I sat on the toilet, and pulled Abigail’s skirt up to reveal her most intimate part. How pretty and pink it was, she was shaved and I can see her clit peeking at me. I couldn’t help myself, I took my finger and started to rub her clit, and then I would lick her clit. I had to. Their only daughter had married and moved to nearby Gurgaon. They were settled into their hobbies, not much excitement but they seemed happy. Dave perhaps got a kick out of some of Shekhar's stories and milder escapades. He would probably have a stroke if he knew about the other escapades like the candour with which both of them had visited the resort at St. Tropez. He was an open-minded person, he and his wife were actually quite liberal about life and lifestyles, as they had been English. “Yea, I think we’re good to go.”Sam looked up at his wife, smiling as he closed the back, “Then let’s hit the road.”Kenny was already in the backseat with headphones on when his parents got into the car. He looked up briefly as they leaned towards each other and kissed. A ritual his mom always insisted on before a long trip.Lori pulled down the visor mirror to check her make up, “Kenny! Do you have your seatbelt on?”Kenny rolled his eyes as his dad pulled out of their driveway, “Yes,. ”I shuddered as he drew back. My thighs wrapped about him. I moaned, savoring the wonderful friction, as his dick drew back until only the tip remained in me. And then he thrust into my incestuous depths.“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned. “Fuck your naughty daughter.”“Such a wicked slattern,” he growled as his balls smacked into me. They were heavy with his seed. His cum. “I am, Daddy. A wicked, sinful preacher's daughter.”He groaned and slammed in me even harder. The table's edge.