At night, Gayatri showed me Kavita’s long hair pictures while she caressed my dick.I don’t know how she used to manage to get such pics of her, bu... I was enjoying it very much. Gayatri even used to give me a hairjob most days. She took care of her hair very much after knowing I had a hair fetish. I would massage her head with warm oil on weekends when I had holidays.Her long hair would be dripping with oil after the oiling session. I used to help her wash, dry her hair, and comb it for her. My. She looked back at her father, wondering if he minded. “He knows, Khushboo,” Gunjan giggled. “He watched us today when we were fuckin’ around together.” Atharva leered at his two children. It was wild. His gaze fell to Khushboo’s virgin cunt and his prick seemed to grow another two inches. He rubbed her ass, his fingers gliding down between her creamy asscheeks. “Ooooh, Daddy,” Khushboo sighed. The inside of her cunt contracted. “Stick it in me.”Gunjan crawled around behind her sister. She. I'm safe. I love you, but I just can't handle this right now. I'm going to go. I'll call you later. Bye."Seeing her niece tearing up, Christine offered her a tissue as the younger woman tossed her cellphone down on the couch. "What happened? The last I knew, everything was fine with your Mom and Dad." It's my fault," Lynne replied in a soft voice."That's ridiculous," Christine responded,Lynne shook her head emphatically. "No, it is. They started fighting when..." She trailed off, blushing. ‘Soon’ she thought. Her eyes stared at the pronounced bulge in Alfonse’s briefs as his thighs gyrated to the tempo of the music driving her ever father towards desire. She could all but feel the air stir as she flipped her hair from her face where it had fallen and beckoned him to give her a table dance with her crooked animated finger. Of course the software obeyed her every wish and he walked towards her as she now sat at a table, her chair turned from it towards the stage. In.