Dad and Clay’s mom met at the Senior Citizen Center where they went regularly to play cards or bingo or whatever else they did. Neither Clay (whom I...didn’t know existed) nor I knew what they were planning. It had all been settled before we were told. Mom died eight years ago and Dad had been alone since then. Clay’s mother had been a widow for longer. Clay and I had moved in with our parents for the same reason: because we didn’t think they should be living alone at their age.Clay and his mom. Hell, the whole damn town might see it if you pulled that monster out in the car," she said giggling. "At mom’s house later, Ok?" she asked."Yeah, I guess. I mean if you really want to," Brad replied, feeling a little self-conscious and overwhelmed.A couple more minutes went by and Cindy pulled into the driveway. She shut the car off and popped the trunk. They both got out and walked around to the trunk.As Brad pulled his suitcase out of the trunk and stood there with his trunks tented out.. “Hmm, sounds like it’s confession time for me too, huh?”, Jim softly suggested. “I guess I have the same problem as you. My warmest fantasy is . . . my daughter. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, a father isn’t supposed to lust after his own offspring, but dammit, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, Anita. A man would have to have ice water in his veins to not notice that! I guess the only saving grace is that it is, after everything else, just a fantasy . . .. Play with her hairs3.fondle her boobs4.Finger her5.Lick her6.Fuck her hard in every possible position.”7.massage her8.have Shower sex with herNeha said she was ready & she entered the room in her dark red coloured nighty which barely covered her boobs.Her big fair nipples were clearly visible.Sight of her curves made us go mad.Her KHULE straightened long black hairs really added alot to her beauty.Her dark red coloured lipstick highlighted her killer looks. Samir had glued his eyes on her bare.