.” Sneha said, trying very hard to get away from me.“Were you not expecting an old man like me,” I asked, slowly slipping my hand to her lower b...ck, feeling her waist.She looked into my eyes as I said that but didn’t say anything.“This old man showed you places last night,” I said slowly in her ears and pulled her body close to mine.Her big boobs were now resting just below my chest.“What did you think? Who fucked you last night?” I asked her again, stressing about the word fuck.“Please, I. We stood drinking and talking. Me with my pint of Stella, her with a weird dark ale that was called a pint of 80. She explained it was called 80 shillings but no one called it that. Apparently, it was something to do with the amount of alcohol in the beer and related to the excise tax or something. Considering shillings hadn’t been legal tender since before I was born, I just grinned and nodded.I quickly realised Scotland was another country. They still used pound notes and I felt like I was. .. etc" Why, daddy? They are dirty words!" Perhaps, but they are also erotic words and help us to produce RH." All right, daddy... if Mr. Cockrin says so." Come, let's sit down. I want to tell you about today's exercises." Where shall we sit?" I'll sit on the chair, you sit on daddy."Her father sat on the chair, near the mirror, and asked her to sit on his lap. Aisha saw the upright bulge of his pajama and the exposed pubic hair. She was about to sit sideways on his thighs when her father. ” She willingly asked me with a smile, “Yes, Arun. Tell me.” I hesitated a little and said, “I don’t know if you would like, but… You are very beautiful, and I like you.”She gave a suspicious smile at me and said with a nod of her head, “Ok. Is that a compliment, or are there any other intentions to this?” I gave her a confusing reply, “Ma’am, it’s more than a compliment, but I don’t have a forcible intention at you.”She understood my intentions in a flash and, with a stare at me, said, “So,.