“Don’t cry, everything will all be fine” he told his wife caringly after noticing that his wife was still being troubled. It was great news, a g...eat feeling, so Amit could not understand what troubled Nandita so much. She must be thinking too much about the financials and other complications of being a mother. But Amit was sure that they could manage it together. And so he hugged his wife tightly again until she too gave up her troubles and hugged him back with same vigor.Amit looked at the. It was a 2nd AC compartment she is sitting in front of me like a creamy chocolate cake. She is around 5.5 feet tall creamy brown colour as typical south Indian. A small fat covered all around her body. No pimple or any other marks in her face. It is very clean. She was in her T shirt and jeans. It is a low neck ladies T shirt clearly shows jumping top side of her boops. It should be around 38-C and she has a very flat belly. She must be around 32 years old but she don’t have baby yet. I can. . lick my titties . . . eat my pussy . . . oh fuck!" She cried out as she came hard, triggering her father's orgasm, feeling him spurt his jism deep inside her. Kayla collapsed on top of him as the last of his load shot inside her."You okay baby?" he asked."Daddy . . . why haven't we thought of getting mom in on this before?" she asked."I don't know, baby. You think she'd go for it?"Kayla chuckled. "Only one way to find out. I'll speak to her tomorrow. Don't say anything, though, okay?" Okay,. Hair first. I had a complete redo. Waist length went to shoulder length with a roll at the bottom. Narrow bangs in front over my wide forehead and long face. Even without makeup, the face that stared back at me in the shop mirror was that of a young Lauren Bacall of the late forties or early fifties. I had pictures in my room of her and lots of other movie stars of that era to prove it.Oh yes, one other thing. Dad coughed up the money for a pair of contact lenses for me. No more ugly.