Main muh main lekar papa kee taraf dekha to woh bole tumhara to breakfast ho gaya. Main usse nigal kar hans kar bolee ha papa abhi yeh breakfast hain ...opahar ko lun choo (lunch) loongi aur phir der raat ko dinner aaj kee dish to ek hee rahe gee par samay alag alag rahega. Papa ko office jana tha issliye main hat gayee aur papa naha kar tayyar honelage.maine kaha papa luch par ayenge ya maine bhukhi rahungee. Papa ne meri taraf dekha aur bole arre main office kaha jaa raha hoon main to sirf hawa. My clit pulsed and throbbed. It flared with this excited heat from her sucking. I groaned, feeling the pressure on my bud.“How long does it take?” I asked, trembling. My cunt clenched from my daughter’s nursing.“Not long,” Jolene said. “At least not for me. My mom just whipped this batch up. Maybe the concentration’s a bit off. I hope it’ll work.”“I don’t feel anything,” I said, my daughter’s tongue sweeping around my clit. She caressed the entire thing, sending pleasure shooting down into me.. She leaned back and unzipped her dress and popped herbeautiful mounds free for me to nurture. Her areolas werelarge brown circles that wrinkled up as I kissed andsucked on them. The weight of her tits was incredible asI hefted them up to my lips. Her hand was jacking me upand down through my pants and my pre-cum was seeping abig wet spot where her thumb circled over the head.Before I could explore between her legs, the car turned acorner and we pulled up into a driveway. Susan pulled up her. Her heels were of a height that she stood comfortably on them without obvious strain. All these little details Michael took in one glance, but it was a flash of her blue eyes that seemed to cut through the darkness and catch his attention. He watched the group of revelers move to a table and placing their order. Overhead, the cast of Rent was crying for wine and beer and singing about La Vie Boheme which Michael found ironically appropriate at that moment.Michael studied the group. Retail he.