The dress hugged me tightly and accented every curve. I turned around and looked at my cute little round ass that I didn’t think I had. My legs look...d long and delicate. When I got out of the dressing room, Monica and Jenny were hunched over, looking at some scarfs. ‘Hey, guys,’ I called. In unison they both gasped. ‘Damn!’ Jenny cried. ‘That looks way better on you than I thought it would!’ ‘You slut!’ Monica hollered ecstatically. ‘We absolutely have to stop shopping and go over to Trent’s. The cute little hostess asked if she could help me. I knoded toward my wife and said I’m with them. She gave me a smile and Oh I see. There was a dance floor and Thomas danced four in a row with my wife. We where getting some looks from all the other dinners. I asked my wife if I could have the next dance. She said yes. As we danced she told me Thomas had been talking dirty to her and that her pussy was soaking through . she said lets hurry and go I need him to fuck me . When we returned to the. Didi: nahe rehane do muje sirf uncle ka chehara dekhana tha ki wahi hai kay nahi(muje bura laga sala kay kar diya tabhi dikha deta to)Me : ok mai. Delete kar deta hun baad mai mat bolana dekhana hai abhi dekhana hai to dekha lo.Didi: ok.. lagake do. par kisiko bolana mat.Me : nahe bolunga tum bhi kisi ko bolana matDidi: haPhira maine lagaya aur bolo dekha lo phira didi boli tum bahar cale jao mai akeli dekhungi maine kaha kucha nahi hoga mere sat deka loO nahi mani maine usaka haata pakada ke. I’ve made scrambled eggs and toast.”Walking over to her, I bent and kissed the crown of her head, inhaling her scent, a delicious aroma of sleepiness and sweetness, completely Sia.“Morning,” I mumbled, moving to pour coffee, then parking my butt at the round kitchen table, an ancient, much waxed solid oak piece of furniture Soraya had spent months hunting for.While I sipped the strong coffee and let the magic of caffeine sweep cobwebs from my brain, I studied my daughter. She’d let her hair.