"The grave was indeed where I remembered it to be.It seemed somehow strange to walk into the graveyard on a sunny summer day,instead of visiting it in...a fog, or under a full moon, but there I waswalking across the green grass, go up a gentle hill, and there it was.I looked down at the simple headstone that marked my father's resting place,and I began to talk to him."Hey Dad." Guess what? Its a girl!" I did a little twirl to show my new-made curves."I wonder what you would have thought about me. He gave me a wink and pushed me to face against the closed bathroom door as he lowered my shorts. Slowly, he pressed all the way into me. With my head turned toward the mirror, I was able to watch him as he took his time moving in and out of me. This was the type of fuck he liked the most. It never failed to get him off quickly. I had learned early on that in addition to his exhibitionist tendencies he was aroused by the size of his own dick. Watching it disappear and reappear in my ass as he. Retrieving my lotion bottle from the bathroom, I placed it on the desktop next to my restrained and caged husband. He just watched, for he knew he was not to make a sound, as I squirted another dollop of cream into my palm and massaged it into my smooth skin. When my hands slipped towards my freshly shaved sex, another twitch from his confined member prompted me to break the silence."Do you think my date will enjoy my smooth shaved pussy," I asked my desperate cuckold husband. As he was gagged,. Wo please next paragraphs thora imagine karke padhiyega”Main touch karte kart eek aise jagah pe aaya jaha pe i could feel “that” special dent in her panty. Uski chut ke hotho ke beech me wo ched aisa lag raha tha jaise life me isi ki talash thi…Maine thora press karne ki koshish ki par panty ke karan jada press nai kar paya…Fhir main uske clit ki taraf badha…Usne shayad kuch din pehle shave ki thi to kuch baal v chubh rahe the uske..Mujhe aab aur jada karne ki talab lag gaye…Maine fhir se uske.