My family consists of me, my parents, grandparents, uncle, aunt, and cousins. We live in a big bungalow in the suburbs of Mumbai. Like a traditional G...jarati family, we had family value imbibed in us from the start. We all stayed together like one large happy family.My uncle had a business of spices in Malaysia and would go there for weeks or months. This incident happened when I was 19 years old. I was then studying BMM and had my college in the morning. I would spend my afternoon and evening. And I was ready to give that same ecstasy to my hunky Daddy.I straddled him. His hands gabbed my waist as I guided his dick to my hungry pussy. My breasts swayed before me as I shuddered. It felt so amazing to swab the crown of his thick cock through my shaved cunt.“I'm going to ride you so hard, Daddy,” I moaned, his cock nudging at the entrance of my twat.“You are, little flower!” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips.Then he pulled me down his dick.I gasped, back arching. My breasts. ’ Abby smiled. James had mentioned his mother’s spies, and Gwen’s comment seemed to bear out the efficiency of her network. ‘It’s good to meet you. Can I do anything to help?’ ‘That’s kind of you. Would you take that tray outside? There is a table and chairs. The table is a bit wobbly, but it should serve. I’ll just make the tea and join you.’ The table was indeed a bit wobbly, and Abby noticed that a folded piece of cardboard had been used to balance the leg. She adjusted the card and. .." ... we're not..." I know. You say that and I know but please, Amelia, do this for me. Marry me. Have one kid. I will never ask another sacrifice of you again. You can use me as a toilet from the second you say yes 'til they put me in the ground. I will do anything, to be your husband. You'd actually have paperwork that say you own me." No, you'd have paperwork to own me. Marriage enslaves the bride not the groom." We'll rewrite the vows. I'll love, honor, cherish, and obey. Hell, I do it.