He started to open the forcipes very slow. OOOHHH. He was torturing me. I let out a whimper. Again, he kept going on like nothing’s happening. I not...ced I had my hand on my boob and was squeezing my nipple. I stopped pinching them and moved my hand quickly before the doctor noticed. Knowing he’s staring at my spread pussy while spreading it even wider, I knew he’d see me cumming. But I couldn’t hold it in. I held my breath and hid my clinched fist and let my pussy cum. After I’d cum he said. (khush hote huve )Tapu kab se us ladki ko niharrha hota h soch soch kr uska lund khda ho jata h ye us ladki ke papa dekh lete h lekin use kuch nahi khte .Itne me tapu daya se khta h .Tapu: mummy me bathroom ho kr aata hu .Daya :thik h beta .Tapu bathroom me ja kr us ladki k bare me sochte huve muth marne lagta h lekin wo gate band krna bhul jata h .Tabhi use ek aawaj aati h .Meri beti ko soch kr muth mar rahe ho .?Tapu:(ghbrate huve ) n.Nn.Nahi uncle aisa kuch nahi h .Uncle: jhuth mat kho mene. “You two work that out, I have got things of my own to work on,” Russell said.“Thanks Daddy, I have got a red bikini, Richard – will that do?” she said, with a rather beguiling smile on her face.“OK, meet you in five minutes outside our rooms,” I said in response.Five minutes later I saw the bikini she had on. My dad would use the word ‘Wowser’ to describe the minimal two pieces of red fabric used. She had a t-shirt over it, but still. She was showing herself off to me -- and it was working. We. I was frozen in place watching, totally transfixed. Margie leaned forward and slid both hands under my mom to cup her breasts. She kept her eyes locked on me as she leaned back, lifting my mother upright so I had a clear view of Margie's hands. They cupped under my mother's breasts. It felt like my legs had gone numb and my heart had stopped beating as I watched breathlessly. My mother's breasts were beautiful even larger than I realized. They spilled over Margie's hands and were all my.