Daddy bne kaha ok tumhari kamar ki measurement lene do aur bolkar uske piche jakar uski kamar par hath rakhar uski gand ki bich me dalkar bole umm tum...tayar aam(mango) ho. Innocently kranti ne kaha ,iska kya metlab hai to daddy ne kaha . Tumko mei apni gift dene ke bad batauga. Phir daddy ne kaha ki tum mere kamare avoo. Kranti ko ek ajjib si feeling ho rah thi par abb daddy ke sharmana ye shoch kar wo daddy ke sath kamera mei chali gayi. Kamere mei daddy ne ek bag nikala aur use kaha ki iss. "It's no wonder George couldn't reply with any more than another hug! If the lump in his throat was anything like the one in mine, he couldn't.Had to clear my throat, "Okay," I said, "I think Laurel's got lunch already dished up on the counter. Grab a bowl and fill it, and let's eat!"George looked at me in relief, and mouthed a "Thank you" as the girls led him off to the kitchen sink so he could wash up."Ahhhh! Red beans and rice!" George filled his bowl and turned to find Laurel just placing. Trudy on her back, Annette on her side. They slithered towards each other, Trudy’s Red and Annette’s navy-blue stockinged legs forming an interlocking v, bringing their clits into contact with each other’s. Then, legs slightly bent, having brought their pussies as close together as they could, Trudy started gyrating her hips, grinding their clits together as well as their stockinged thighs. Tribbing was Trudy’s favourite position with a woman and clearly Annette liked it also. They tribbed. Spending time, as my warm hands glide over the smooth velvet skin. Your bum cheeks are next for manipulation. The heels of my palm kneading both paired globes which gently pull apart so looking down I can see your budding pink halo. My hands may wonder, brushing against your balls as move down between your thighs. I oil them up, then your hips rise and so I can stroke that cock with my overly lubed hands. Slowly building up the rhythm, foreskin puled back with the glans fully exposed. The very.