She felt her father’s cock being placed against her pussy, pushing against her lips. She began to plead “no please, not yet, I’m not ready, Dad,...please….oohhhh fuck…arrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh…..” She screamed as he father began to push is massive cock to her pussy, she bite off the scream and gripped the table. At first there was resistance and pain, yet despite his lust, Mike didn’t really want to hurt his little girl, once his head was in a few inches, he placed his hands on hips and began to. "God, that feels good. You look so good with my cock in your mouth."She slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth, spit hanging between my cock and her lips. "I'm glad you like it. I love sucking your cock."She spit on it, getting it nice and wet and then buried my cock down her throat again. She was blowing me with gusto now, forcing my cock down her throat hard and fast, her tongue swirling all around it. Spit was dripping everywhere and tears were streaming down her cheeks."You are such an. " So we arranged a place to meet.So on the Wednesday morning I waited beside the bus stop where Ross had told me that he would pick me up.I got a text on my phone. Traffic was delaying him but he would be wit me as soon as he was able. A bus pulled up. I shook my head to say that I didn't want him. As it pulled away, a huge motor caravan moved in behind it. I started to move away from it so that I could be seen by the traffic when a widow wound down. The driver was leaning across. "Mike?". I looked at my son and he nodded. This assurance from my son was a renewed appeal of affection and support. I told the Ojha that he could go ahead.He took hold of my hands and rubbed them for a few minutes with his strong masculine hands which had become rougher due to incessant rubbing of bhang or marijuana, which these holy people smoke. Then, he smiled at me again and looked at my son. He said that he knew what we were worried about The day of amavasya when we were to please the goddess. He.