We both were from a small village. After marriage, we moved to Bangalore for my job where my wife took time to adjust to city culture. Even today, she...is not comfortable in speaking English, talking about sex even to me, etc.We have a daughter first and then a son after more than 11 years gap. I never had felt or dreamt of having laid with my daughter but things changed after my wife delivered our son. My wife used to be busy with our son. So, my daughter (Mangala – it was also my grandma’s. Again, her hands moved up along Denise’s hips flirting along the pelvic region. She slipped her hand underneath the white sheet and ran her hand over her pubic mound, greeted by a neatly groomed landing strip of hair. Terry was surprised when her client slightly parted her legs. It was clear she was giving permission, her implicit consent to cross the line. Terry slid her fingers along her labia, slowly massaging the lips as Denise softly moaned. “And is this standard, now?” Denise asked as. It got late and I told goodbye to Mahesh and Radha came and hugged me tightly my penis stood up and she noticed it but didn’t say anything. The next day I was Radha messaged me I was shocked to see her message and started to message her suddenly she sent her boobs picture and asked is it sexy enough. I got so nervous as Mahesh is my friend but she kept sending her sexy pictures and I too can’t control myself and started to have sex chat with her.After some days Mahesh called me and talked about. His hot, calloused hand pushed against my hard nipples, sending white lightning shooting through my body, constricting my sheath as more of my cum coated it. Wishing to wait no longer, I grabbed his swollen head and guided it to my dripping cunt. With a growl he shoved forward to the hilt, bringing a surprised shout from me. Worry lined his face as his fear became known. He was afraid he had hurt me. A smile spread across my face at his loving kindness, but I didn't want him to stop. I wiggled.