Those were the days when I took a clean-shaven armpit for granted and it never occurred to me that she shaved that area every day. Well, to come back ...o the original account, Bindu unbuttons my shirt and runs her fingers over my chest and sucks my nipples. She raises my hands and buries her face into the hollow of my armpits and tickles them with her tongue. As she tickles my armpits I stroke her back or squeeze her buttock with my other hand. (She always said that she liked my smell when she. But I could spot a broken triangle-shaped slot in one of the glasses. I fixed one of my eyes on the slot and peeped in.First it was not clear, but when it became clear it crashed on me as a thunderbolt. My mother was leaning forward, pressing her abdomen against the kitchen slab and her white sari was hiked well above her hips. Big orbs of her buttocks were jutting behind. And against them was slapping again and again the flat abdomen of my brother, driving his thick penis in and out of her. .i just wish i could meet a lady and take her home and have some fun" Well maybe we can do something about that" I suggest."What do you have in mind?" "There is a ploace not far from here where i can take you and we can get a girl that you like and fuck her" I did very well in saying that with diction and poise....and i think she really lapped it up because her eyes went huge and she smiled like a k** in a candy shop."Oh my god that would be lovely....can we go when you finish work?" Sure just. Their eyes met she nodded. She would keep them there. "Anything you want, Daddy. You can do anything you want to me." she promised. He kissed her lovingly, then moved between her legs. He opened them as far as he could and dove his tongue and mouth into her pussy. She grunted and thrust her hips up. He gently put his hand on her abdomen and pushed them back on the bed. She realized through her excited haze that he was kissing her open cunt the same exploring way he had kissed her mouth. She.