” she said complainingly.“it’s strange,” i said. “would you…will you…eat my pussy?” i picked her up and carried her to my bedroom and ...aid her on the bed. I pulled off her sleepers while she removed her t-shirt. I reached for her jeans, the button and the zipper but stopped. “santhi bhabi, are you sure you want this?” “yes, please.” “you won’t hate me for it, will you? “off course not but this is incest, you know.” i informed her.“oh, sam, you don’t know how desperately i’ve dreamed of having. His prick was the best thing she had ever experienced. The way it filled her up and made her feel all soft and warm inside was fabulous. She pushed down, wanting all of the cock-meat her pussy could possibly stand to take.John felt her eating up the inches of his prick, and it stewed in his mind. He'd had no idea his daughter was such a hot one. He pushed back at her, trying to match her youthful enthusiasm. His cock felt strangled in the tunnel of her cunt, and he wondered, briefly, if she was. When Maryanne and I arrived, Don and Sheila introduced us to the other guests, and then we stood around and talked until midnight. Dullest party Ive ever attended. Don suggested that we get out of there as soon as possible, and if we wanted we could follow then to a friends house where the friend and his wife were hosting a party for guys who were in their fraternity at college. Five minutes after midnight we were on our way. We arrived at the friends house and were introduced to him and his. She closed her eyes, probably hoping it would be over soon. Never slowing down on her clit, I started to kiss her back gently, causing her to shudder. “Well slut, are you going to cum? No? Well, one of us is.” I stopped playing with her, stood straight up, pulled myself most of the way out and then shoved myself back in to the bottom, causing her to groan loudly and one of the wine glasses to fall over. She seemed much wetter now than before and it felt so good. I started to bang her as hard as.