" Papa, no!" Anneke protested, but her father swatted her."Assume the proper position, I said! As long as you live in my house, you will obey my rules..."With a sigh, Anneke stood up, her face crimson. She placed her hands behind her head, spread her legs slightly. I tried to make myself invisible. Anneke's mother returned. She had undressed to black underwear, with a bra that exposed her nipples, crotchless panties, garter belt and stockings. In her hands she held a rattan cane. I saw Anneke. Before her arrival on wednesday, I had booked a suite room at the hyatt ahmedabad. And as gujarat is a dry state I somehow managed to get a bottle of scotch in the room.Finally, the day arrived and she reached ahmedabad. She had called her sister and already told her about our plans. So there was nothing to worry about. I reached the airport to pick her up and she was looking damn sexy in that saree with the perfect amount of flesh. We greeted each other and she has me a warm hug. She was just. “What? When?” I asked, my eyes narrowing and voice raising an octave.“You do not like girls?” she asked, swinging her angelic ebony face towards me, finally ungluing her gaze from the dragon, looking away from her game for the first time.“I, yes, I do like girls, but that’s...” I was saying when she cut me off.“In my country, when a man sees a woman and smiles, he then says ‘hello’, tries to talk with her. If he does not, then, maybe he does not like the women.” Her eyes were dead serious as. Kristy brought her hand around my waist as Tommy shot us from below. I could feel my daughter's hand on the lower part of my back sliding down until it stopped on the upper part of my ass. It was provocative and appeared to be making hell of an effect on my husband and son. Their eyes were widening and their breathing increasingly difficult. I smiled. How typical of men to want to see two women in a sexy pose. I just imagined what seeing a Mother and Daughter in a sexy pose was doing to them.I.