It was on one such occasion that Donna posed another of her interesting questions. She was beautifully dressed in her dark suit and white silk shirt �...� ‘It’s for the punters, College, the boss says they like to see us “glammed up” for shows.’ She had arrived at my home thus attired and I, not expecting it to be an occasion for an evening dress, had said that I should change into something more suitable. It took longer than expected since Donna had never seen me put stockings on before and her. She was fair, her thighs were milky white and her skin was so soft as if she was made of some creamy stuff. I started kissing her again and this time my hand was moving around her pussy and I was fingering her clitoris. She was moaning loudly now, so I had to kiss her to prevent her moans from escaping the room. Two of my fingers were violently now fingering her pussy hole, and she was kissing me wildly, sometimes she was biting my neck, ears and lips out of excitement. In another 5 minutes she. It was a surprise, a nice one I've got to say, as it means I haven't missed time with my friends and my other two sons, but a surprise nonetheless."Scott glanced round the table. His close friends could all speak English and they were engaging his parents and the Colonel in conversation. He looked over the remainder of the hall and could see that the newcomers were all enjoying themselves, ale, wine and uisge beatha clearly steadying them and removing some of their caution. He decided his. ..I started asking her details as to what her parents usually did... she told me bout one such incident when she was climbing down the staircase, while she noticed her mom was cooking in the kitchen..her dad suddenly came from behind and grabbed her moms ass and started squeezing it... mom resisted first saying pooja might come down anytime...but dad was in no mood to listen... so he continued enjoying and pressing her ass... pooja on the other hand just stood there not knowing what to do....