It was pressed tight to my clit and almost instantly my pussy was throbbing. His face was unreadable, completely stoic. The vibrator went to high and ... jerked a little as I tried not to cry out and I managed to keep quiet. I could feel an orgasm building and squirmed around trying to ease the buzzing on my clit, but like a sudden storm I came in a gasp. I used every muscle in my body to hold mostly still and not to cry out my pleasure.Conversation swirled around the dinner. Daddy kept the. I used to call her madam. In her parlour there was a girl name pinky , she was married but divorced after 2 years of married life.Daksha madam was around 35 years ,fair, little fatty with big boobs and big ass, when she walk her butts were dancing , and many times when she bend , her dress or sometimes gown incert in her ass crack. She was sexy lady , but she used to hide her feelings opposite me. Pinky was fair, thin , not very thin with nice shaped boobs and good ass . She was looking vey. His kiss was rough and passionate as their lips met. Flames licked at her soul, hunger filled her body and mind. The kiss was a burning beacon in the night that blazed even higher as his hands caressed her back and ended cupping her ass tightly. She moaned into his warm mouth, her tongue dueling even more fiercely with his. His hands lifted her higher as the burning love flowed between them. He lowered her slowly. The head of his manhood nudged against her burning opening and slowly squeezed. She gave out a sigh again, and wagged her head. "I don't know what else to say, honey." "Are you mad at me?" Mack asked. "For what happened last night?" "No, honey, I'm not mad at you. I'm just trying to understand. The obsession you have," she replied. "The obsession I have with writing about i****t, or the obsession I have with you?" he asked. "Both, I guess," she replied. "I can't explain it, Mom. I just know that I experience it and feel it. I know that you think it's wrong, but I.