Bhabhi – Meri himmat nahi. Waise bhi saree toh dry cleaning mein hi deni ha. Yahi pahan ke soungi.Main – Tumari himmat nahi hai toh main badal dun...tumhare kapde?Bhabhi – Thahar jaa. Main badalti hun tere kapdeAur meri baniyan pe haath daala. Toh baniyan fat gayee.Bhabhi – Sorry.Main – Sorry ki kya baat hai. Jaanbhujh ke thode hi kiya hai. (aur masumiyat se bola) Bhabhi ne kapade faade toh bhabhi hi naye laa ke degi.Bhabhi ko reply bohut hi pyari lagi aur mujhe gale laga liya. Boli – Ab so. She struggled to take them off as they clung to her skin, but once I got them around her small ankles I entered her slowly and the rammed it home hard. It caught her breath and she started to push down upon my engorged head. She was dripping wet already and had entered her very easily and powerfully. “OMG don’t stop it feels good, fuck me harder”I penetrated her from an angle that made it hard work, but caused maximum knocking against her G spot. She started bucking up and down with force I. That meant charging to let himself be fucked. Just think, he could make that very ass he was sitting on into a cash cow. It had intriguing possibilities.There were some logistics to take care of. He'd have to lay out some serious money to buy an appropriate wardrobe -- a "hustling" outfit. And he'd need to make an arrangement with a sympathetic physician who wouldn't mind treating venereal diseases of the anus, if it came to that. But all that was minor stuff.More worrisome was the physical. One side took care of the vibration, the other took care of the turning pearls. My daughter pressed the buttons curiously as she felt up the shaft. I stood silently, enjoying the view. She was a young woman exploring a new sexual world. “Do you want to play?” I asked her softly, being sure not to pressure her. She nodded slowly as I climbed up onto the bed. Grabbing the wrappings I threw them on the floor. She kept her eyes on my chest as I took the toy from her and slipped the toys into.