In fact, he had been the model for one of the unsavoury characters in the little comedy that she had written. He was a fussy old man, of convinced stu...idity, and with an equally appalling wife. Elizabeth expected their son to have sprung from the same mould.From the dark thoughts she was thinking came a change of attitude. If her father gave no heed to her wishes, if he treated her like some chattel or merchandise to be pawned off at will, then she did not owe him obedience and respect anymore.. Over his thighs, past his cock and hands, up… over his stomach and still up… sliding through the sun/shade patterns, brushing over his nipples, settling on his shoulders. His hands slide around my waist and he pulls me onto the couch next to him. Feeling his heart beat in my ear as I lay my head on his chest, my hair falling over him in long soft waves, I am safe. To give what he wants… what we both want. Traveling from my back, around and up over my ribs (making me shiver in delight), his. I moved towards him and we kissed, long passionate kiss, our tongues met and my hands found their way to his butt. Never was I aroused by a kiss as I was with him. He leaned back and said to me he needs 10 minutes. He left and I sat in the bed, my heart beating so fast and my cock erect and hard. I could not believe what just happened yet I was so looking forward to him coming back, anticipating what we could do. The door rang and I opened for him, he immediately jumped on me, kissing me even. My tongue movement perhaps gave Rani the pleasure and she raised her pussy forward to allow my nose to brush her pelvic hair and my tongue to enter deep inside. After tongue cleaning I sat on the chair and with her lungi I dried the soiled pelvic hairs of Rani and by opening her cunt lips I cleaned inside.The erotic sex show was going on TV. Small time was left for end of the show. I embraced Rani and started pressing her breasts. She kept her cloth covered face on my chest and fondled my dick..