"We've done it a bunch of times, and I really like kissing her. She smells so good, her lips are so soft and she's a really good kisser." I reached ou... and put my fingers under her chin, lifting her face to look at me. Her face was flushed and I could see her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily. "Kissing a girl is so much better than kissing a boy," I stated as I looked into her eyes. "I've always liked kissing girls better than boys." "Really?" she asked. "But you were married.". . oh God, I love it!!!" Tears were streaking down my face as I admitted that, making my mascara run as well. I felt a sting on my face as Daddy slapped me across it. And again on the other side. I moaned as the new sensation joined everything else they were doing to me, I felt so degraded by the slaps, making me feel even more like a plaything. The break safeword lingered in the back of my mind, but it stayed there, it was now a useless option. If this was what did it for me, I wanted more, and. I felt frozen, not knowing what to do next. Then I remembered my friends with their hands on my kid sister’s tits, and how they had manipulated them. I looked into Susan’s eyes and instinct took over, her shallow breathing deepening in response to my touch.We kissed again. All the time, I was holding her breast, squeezing it gently, the nipple pressing into my palm. I slipped my tongue back into Susan’s mouth. Her tongue retreated coyly. Then it became assertive with mine, pushing it back. And also she was wearing salwar. Saree’s are a bit of problem while wearing. I was lying on my bed and she came in and closed the door. I asked her to complete her work. While she was cleaning the floor I began to take photos of her. She began to hide her face but later smiled. After finishing her work she asked me to show her photos.I asked her to come inside the blanket as I said her that I am not wearing anything and I will not go out. She laughed and began to pull my blanket. After some.