” “From your husband?” “And my daughter,” she rolled to her stomach and cradled a pillow. He sat up next to her and studied her legs, butt, ...nd back. She closed her eyes in a moment of calm satisfaction. He slapped her on the right butt cheek, “Ow! What the hell was that!?” “A slap on the ass, just like this one.” He hit her again on the left side, it stung and her cheeks clenched.“Stop that!” He straddled her legs; her butt was the target for his eyes and his hands. He kneaded the globes for a. She lifted her legs and removed the simple white cotton fabric to expose her dripping slit. Her right hand moved down towards her bare pussy. Two fingers began moving up and down the length of her wet opening. Her bottom lip was turning red as she clamped down harder, trying not to scream out in pleasure. She found an alternative. She grabbed her shirt collar and bit down on it tightly. Slowly, she continued to rub her slick hole. She built up more and more speed until her fingers slipped. That year was special for our family as we were going to resurrect our ancestral temple which was closed down for over a decade due to some land dispute. So everyone was here. All our relatives were there & the house was fully packed. It was really great having everyone together. But the real fun was about to happen at night.Since our house was fully packed, I decided to sleep in Manas Uncle’s house. When I was getting ready to sleep on the sofa in the hall, Uncle said, what are you doing? It’s. The little plane was LOUD. Conversation is possible between occupants because we all have these monstrous headsets that both attenuate the outside din and amplify words spoken into a boom-mounted microphone positioned at one's mouth.And I'm seated cozily beside my Dana, her hand clasped in mine. I'm mulling over her statement that she wants to sit in a front seat on the next flight so she can see what it's like. Somebody has provided yet another target for what I know to be an insatiable.