" Oh grandpa," chuckled Kevin. "Mike's too young for me. He's just akid." That's good to hear." Grandpa said as Kevin listened to the sounddifference ...f his wooden shoes on his grandpa two circler rugs andwooden floors. He looked at the trophies on the wall and put his stuffaway in his bed room.He then headed out the back door and to a swing set. He kicked off hisshoes and enjoyed the feel of his nylon covered feet in the grass. Hegrabbed the chin up bar besides the swings and swung up and over. Nisha – Papa mujhe apne room mein le jate hain aur kiss karte hain. Tabhi meri aankh khul jati hai. Main gili ho gayi thi. Fir maine net par video dekhe father daughter wale.Main – Fir?Nisha – Dusre din maine bra nahi pahni thi to meri nipple tshirt se papa ko dikh rahi thi. Papa mere boob ko ghur rahe the. Unka lund bhi khada ho gaya tha. Papa baar baar kisi cheej dene ke bahane mujhe apne paaa bula rahe the.Main – Fir?Nisha – Mujhe ye sab ajeeb sa lag raha tha. Par main woh sab kar rahi thi. I froze and even though I hated stopping him, it was business, "I only do it if you pay extra", more money was produced and I just let myself go.This was who I was, I love sex, seeing it, feeling it, experiencing it, there was nothing about it I found shocking or restrictive, I loved being with women, their scents and smells, their soft lips and their wet pussies, licking them as their husbands fucked them, feeling the cum on my face as it runs out of their holes, or being fucked by their. My nipples rising taut against what’s left of my bra and shirt. I hear the air before the impact. My eyes squeeze even tighter, bracing myself.“Two. Thank you Sir.”“How many days has it been?” His voice is much deeper now. It takes on a warmth. Not sentiment, pure tone, deep and delicious. If chocolate had a sound. It would be his voice.I think to myself a moment, checking my answer several times in my head before finally whimpering, “5 Sir.”“Oh. My good little girl remembers. That’s five days.