Plastering a smile on my face, I waved back and kept going. If I hear “Last Train to Clarksville” or another of his anecdotes about busty libraria...s again I was going to lose my damned mind.Ignoring the garland and wreath that usually picked me up, I walked through the door, kicked off my boots and walked into the kitchen. Stopping in my tracks, I paused, backed up a few feet and looked into the living room. Yup. There she was, sitting on the couch with some stranger. He was sitting way too. He kissed down her neck and down her chest, stopping at one of her rosebud nipple to lick and suck it, whilst groping the other breast. She lifted her head up and gasped at the intense pleasure, her dreams coming true as her father started to kiss further down her body until he reached her mound. He pushed her legs apart and began running his tongue down her slit before sucking on her clit. She gasped and groaned, running her fingers through his hair. He licked around her hole then pushed his. Wo badi perfect shape ki gand aur ekdam gol gol mammy! Hay ! Aur mere muh se nikal gaya,” aaj shayad mujhye marne ka plan bana ke aayi ho ?” aur hasne laga !“kyu kya huwa ? Maine kya kiya ?” usne ek naughty smile deke kaha, main bola,” yaar aaj tum ekdam qayamat lag rahi ho ! Mera to abhi se bura haal ho raha hai ! Pata nahi abb to puri journy baki hai ! Bhagwan bachaye mujhye iss haseena se !!! ” aur hasne laga ! Wo bhi hans padi aur boli,”dhatt ! Pagal ho tum ! Itni bhi khubsurat nahi dikh. At my side, I have some kleenex, a mirror and an appropriate object for my anus. So, everything was ready for starting. First, I began very slowly to caress my thighs, my butt and all around without however touching my cock. I made small pressure movements onto the muscle between my balls and ass then I could feel the pleasure coming into my organ which was starting to get hot and full of life by becoming harder and longer. At this moment, I adjust the mirror between my legs, which were wide.