When he learned that I am a mother he said, “Wow, a mother? Dear, you are so young I can’t believe that you are 22/23. You are like a girl if 15 o...16.” And he pointed his finger where some girls were playing.“Like that.” That is really a good compliment for me. After some time, Shashank uncle asked me to dance with him. I looked at my dad and he nodded. He is a good dancer. While dancing he said, “Really you are very cute. Your dad is lucky to have such a charming daughter.”He pulled me so. She dipped downward and buried her face in my neck, while at the same time, amazingly, reaching back with one hand and grasping my cock to make sure it stayed inside her. This time I was being responsible and wearing a condom. It felt very awkward, but for the next minute or so, I got an inch-away view of her thin, stringy black hair with even a single gray hair near the top of her head where it parted. She’d worn her hair in a ponytail when we first met, but that had gone the way of all bad. I had never imagined it feeling this way”, I whispered to her. “I have,” she responded, “but a bit different though. “How different, “I replied She hesitated for a second, but then continued “I thought we would be naked.” I felt a rush going through my whole body, and a little stir below. “You want to get naked,” I asked She nodded. So, we sat up, and I started to take of her top, revealing a white bra. She pulled my T-shirt off. Then she laid back and raised her hips, and I helped her. Me-you do look hot.Her-so why didn’t you take the pic..?Me-i did.Her-let me see the pics.And then she forced me to send her cleavage pic and I sent her the most decent cleavage pic. And the she was like “my cleavage is that small?”Me-“no. Its the picture that’s bad”She-so you have a better pic?Me-yes but I can’t send it.She-whyMe-you’ll think bad about me.She-just send the picAnd then I sent her the pic with the deep cleavage and she started taunting me again asking if that pic was also for.