His dick went soft in her cunt, and she made a moan as it slipped out. She smiled. “I love you Mannu, my husband, my master!” Next day when he ret...rned from work, his daughter was dressed in a red sari, and a matching blouse which clung to her ample boobs. She had dinner ready, and she’d set two places in the dining room. She even had candles and a bottle of wine. “I thought we should celebrate our marriage, Mannu,” she said as she came into his embrace and kissed him on the lips. “Celebrate. However, until recently she had never gone over the side (or so she tells me). This summer, however, that was to change. Our kids had recently grown up and flown the nest and I noticed a discreet but very noticeable, increase in our sex life. Although never bad, it had been found wanting the last few years – be it pressure of work or, whatever, it could have been better. One Saturday we had been out shopping and Sue bought herself a denim miniskirt and low cut blouse. Although perhaps. The only other person around was Uncle Bob. Primping just seemed like a waste of time. Or unnecessary, or something. I knew quite well my mother would have said on more than one occasion since I got there, “Cassie, you look like you’ve been dragged through a briar patch!” or some such thing, but Uncle Bob had never said anything at all about how I looked. Other than that I was cute and had a great rack, of course.I’d never cut hay before, so I didn’t know exactly what that entailed, but I. . familiar aura about her that I couldn't quite put my finger on right away too. I shrugged it off for the time being, figuring I had more important things to focus my mind on.I didn't recognize Scott's dad until Scott playfully gave him a couple of punches in the gut. Apparently Scott hadn't been the only one punching the ole punching bag. His dad's beer belly was almost gone, and every sense I had told me he was a much healthier person than he had been before.Even Tracy, Scott's sister,.