Not letting on, "Daddy, I have cleaned the house, did the laundry and dinner is almost ready, what did I do wrong?" Is that the proper school uniform ...hat you are supposed to wear?" Reaching in to slightly twist one nipple, hearing a small whimper escape her mouth, "Just where is the bra you are supposed to have on covering these sweet tits? You know all the boys and men stare at you when you do not wear one." Daddy you know I hate that thing. It is so tight that it makes me look like I have no. ”“Later,” he said softly, a slight smirk on his own lips, mimicking hers, though he somewhat suspected his ability to take anything close to what she offered.“Promises promises…” she said softly, biting her lip as she sank back onto the couch her hand moving to stroke her cock, pointing the pre-dripping tip towards his lips.He met her again in a kiss, this one only serving to be lewder, his lips pressing softly to the underside of her waiting cockhead, drawing out a soft little moan of. Wo aaaah aaahhh ki awaz nikalne laga or ekdum se usne mera hath hatya or saara dischrg mere face pr dal diya mera poora face uske dischrg se bhar gya.. Wo bola sir aj maza agya pheli bar kisi ne mera iss tarh loda chusa hai..Maine wahi baithe2 apna face dhoya or bathroom se bahar ane laga tabi wo bola sir kaha chal diye abi kaam baki hai maine kaha konsa kaam usne kaha mera lund kon saaf krega maine kaha thik hai wo firse bola paani se nahi apne muh se chus kr saaf krna maine kaha aisa nhi. So, if I leave now, I’ll just make it.”“Do you want me to make you something to eat first?” she asked.“No thanks,” he said, “I’ll get something at the diner after I’m done at the polling station.”Cal sat in his usual booth at the Blue Bird Diner. Business seemed a bit slow for eight o’clock on a Tuesday morning. Cal doubted the reason was Election Day. It was more likely the weather. It promised to be a nasty day and it was off to a fitting start.Cal had shown up at the opening of his polling.