Jab bhi time milta hai mai iss ki story padhta hun.Ek din mai apne frnd ke yahan se dtc ki bus me se wapas aa raha tha,sunday hone ke karan bus me jya...a rush nahi thi to maine ladies seat ke just piche wale seat pe baith gaya, kuch der ke baad mere bagal wale seat pe ek aunty aakar baith gaye jo ki umar me karib 32 ya 34 ki hogi.Wo bahaut hi sundar aur hot dikh rahi thi.Mai use kabhi kabhi dekh raha tha aur wo samaj gayi ki mai use dekh raha hun,thidi der ke baad wo bhi muje dekh kar smile dene. No. Not yet."She raised her hips up in one last desperate move to make it go deeper, but it sent me over the edge. I felt ashamed. Embarrassed. But even as those thoughts raced through me, a deep sense of guilty pleasure washed over every inch of my body as I unloaded under her vice like grip on my ass."I lay there for a few seconds just breathing and trying to regain my senses. As the pleasure drained out of my body like a receding tide it was replaced with a sense of shame. I rolled off her. "Now go to sleep young lady. I have hard work and need to get an early start." OK daddy, you hold me tight and I will go to sleep. And I promise to make you a very tasty, very early breakfast."Daddy slipped off his robe, put his strong arms around me, gave me a kiss on the back of my head and closed his eyes. This night the relationship between daddy and I changed forever.I waited until daddy was fast asleep, still his arms around my tiny body. I made sure my sheer nightdress rode up above my. A lump caught in her throat as what had been childish curiosity became sexual in the blink of an eye. She tried to say something but her throat was too dry. She ended up just staring at Manuel’s face with her mouth open as he rubbed his fingers inside her most private place.She leaned forward while groaning, apparently trying to feel him deeper. Despite her reluctance she was still curious and unwilling to stop. “Dude, is she okay? Are you hurting her?” Henry asked as he watched her almost.