" Ryan knew his daughter was probably correct. She had no trouble with concepts, even those that would be abstract for her, such as the mechanics of s...x."Briana ... I don't..." Ryan sighed. "Are you sure you want to know this? Maybe you should wait until Mommy comes home." Daddy, I want you to tell me. I know you know how it happens." It's not that I don't know, Sweetie. I'm just not that comfortable talking about it with you." Why, Daddy?" Because, like I said, I don't know if you're old. The voice was high and familiar. It was Marsha, the overnight clerk. She was attractive in the non-traditional way. She wasn't pretty, really, but she wasn't ugly. She was pretty average all around, except she was half Cherokee and it showed in her skin color. "I'm good, Marsha. Same shit, different night, ya know?" Yeah, same here. Whacha makin?" This?" holding up a long, white, doughy roll of what passes for Italian bread. "Your favorite. Italian." Think you can hold one for me this morning?. Mai jyadatar gar par loose trouser hi pahenta hu or usdin by chance maine underwear bhi nai paheni thi to mera to bilkul tight ho rakha tha.To mai unke aage aake mere gutno par beth kar tel laga raha tha to maine dekha k unke boobs k bich ka gap or thode boobs bhi dikha rahe the meri najar waha thi or mai tel laga raha tha to maine aunty ki taraf dekha to wo mere lund ko dekh rahi thi or wo touch karna chahti thi unhone hath bhi badhaya but hath pichhe le liya. Muje laga k aaj apna kam ho jaega. Hell, I thought, feeling my cock rise to the occasion upon seeing Jean's nicely rounded arse, this could so easily get out of hand and me in deep trouble, as opposed to being deep in Jean. Stepping up to her I ran my fingers over her soft rounded buttocks and felt her thrust backwards into my groin in anticipation. She turned her head so we could kiss, our tongues sliding into each other's mouths and entwining around the other.I slid a hand around to the front of Jean feeling the soft hairs.