I should be pure. I shouldn't be a slut. But I was. I didn't want my daddy to hate me. I wanted him to love me. To fuck me.To use me like a whore.His ...ands clenched. I whimpered, my heart exploding in terror as something crossed his bearded face.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mrs. UmayyahI hoped my daughter was taking care of my husband. Karim deserved her young cunt wrapped about his dick for being such a good provider. He had every right to use the little slut. It was a shame she wasn't pure. His eyes are even larger now. I can his anticipation, his desire in them.Staring deeply into his orbs with mine, I slip the banana between my slippery lips into the warmth of my pussy.He gasps loudly in disbelief.I beginning working back-and-forth in my heat, sighing and whimpering softly as I do."I want you baby!" Really?" continuing to work the fruit in me. "How bad do you want me?" Really bad!" He moves towards me again.Taking the banana out, I hold it up to him. It glistens with my. Fir mene chuchap us book ko apne school k bag mei rakh diya. Or apna kaam karene laga. Fir jab raat ko ham bhai bhaen sab padne k liye bathe toh mene us book ko nikala or apni englis book k andar rakhar padne laga. Usme ek maa or bête k beech sex ki story thi. Use padakar mere ling khada hone laga or muje bahut maja aane laga par muje hasthmethun ki jaankari nahi thi toh mene apne ling ko upar se hi dabane laga or dabate dabte muje peshab lagne lagi or mei peshab kar k so gya. Per mere dimag. In the bedroom, I offered to let her take care of the hole in that ceiling, and this time I held the chair for her. Keri's eyes widened as I gently brushed my fingers across her bare knees, and the drill wobbled a bit in her hands. When she hopped down from the chair, her breasts bounced nicely beneath the tank top, and I could see her erect nipples pressing against the middle of the 'U' and the middle of the 'A' across her chest.I dragged the chair over into her closet, and kicked off my.