Dad's a cautious man, a long ways from compulsive, so give him a little time. I've told you his objections. He thinks he's too old for you. Is he?" Go...d gracious no! I think he's handsome, very debonair..."I laughed. "Debonair?" I'd never considered Dad debonair."Yeah, he's sophisticated, Katy, suave and charming and sensitive without being full of himself. He's a college professor for heck sakes. I barely finished college. How old is he?" Thirty-nine." I'm almost thirty. Uh-uh, he's not too. Kyunki main apne ghar me akeli rehti hun isliye mera bhaanja mere yahan hi rukne aa raha tha.Mere bhaanje ki age 18 saal hai and main usse 4 saal pehle mili thi aakhri baar.tab wo bahut chota tha.Sunday ke din mere ghar k ghanti baji to main gate kholne gayi.Maine dekha ke mera bhaanja jiska naam Shahzaib hai wo khada hua tha.Usne ek T-shirt or jeans pehen rakhi thi.Main to use dekhkar dang hi reh ekdum.Wo poora ka poora badal chuka tha.Uski height or body dono hi bahut badi ho gayi thi.Uski. She stared in a subdued tone, ‘Ok, let me put it another way. Your father is the only man that I have ever slept with and…’ The fact that I was aware of the situation surrounding my conception, and had heard the telling of the tale many times didn’t make me any more comfortable to hear from my mothers’ drunken lips. I guess that I swallowed wrong and coughed a little bit while she talked. ‘Are you alright babe?’ My mother slurred concernedly. ‘Yeah fine.’ I managed to choke out between coughs.. I sat there for a second, savoring the moment, then I began to grind on his crotch. I leaned forward, my tits hanging in his face, he began to lick one of my nipples while groping the other. I was moaning as he filled me. Then I began to bounce on his cock, slowly at first, then faster. He was squeezing my ass now as I rode him, pleasure filling me with each bounce. I was thrusting a little into each bounce. Fuck, this is so good he said as I bounced on his cock. I was almost bouncing off him.