Emma's hair was thrown into a bun, she was wearing her Hardtail pants, and a Yale tee that clung to her bulimic body perfectly. An Autumn Cashmere swe...ter and her down vest was over it. God it was freezing outside. Her Pucci scarf was wound around her neck, her feet in New Balance sneakers, and her Coach hobo bag hanging on her arm, full of stuff for the plane. Her Emma Spade luggage was surrounding her, as was the rest of their families' crap. She had sunglasses on top of her head, like she. He saw only his daughter, say only her beautiful sweat-sheered body, her firm, full breasts, her quivering, upturned buttocks. He stumbled over to her and kneeled beside her, touching her on the shoulder with his big hand. "Davie, Davie..." he called to her in a quavering voice.The familiar, authoritarian voice cut through the fog of her passion like a knife. She opened her eyes and loosened her oral hold on Randy's cock, turning in the direction of the voice. Oh, God... noooooo! Her daddy was. How was your exam” she asked“It was good aunty”” where were you after the exam” she asked.” I went to my friend’s place” I said.She inquired “Had your lunch, tom ”“Yes I ate burger aunty” I replied.” thats nice, well would you like to have a cup of coffee, tom.Yes auntyWe took coffee together and had a nice talk.Then she went to kitchen and washing dishes. She was cooking dinner when I entered the kitchen for the glass of water. She was sweating and her t-shirt was drenched with sweat. Her body. I want more of u…please.”I pulled her down from above me and before she could realise what I was up to I put my dick into her pussy from the behind. I was now fucking her from behind and she was going ecstatic. She got hold of the pillow and started squeezing it as I pumped her from the rear. I put my arms from under her arms on to her breasts and squeezed the breasts and pinched the nipples as I stroked in and out of her pussy. And she was moaning all the time as I did this..”Oh Saheb…I have.