Beneath him, his daughter heaved in the final throes of her own orgasm. His dick went soft in her cunt, and she made a moan as it slipped out. She smi...ed. “I love you Mannu, my husband, my master!” Next day when he returned from work, his daughter was dressed in a red sari, and a matching blouse which clung to her ample boobs. She had dinner ready, and she’d set two places in the dining room. She even had candles and a bottle of wine. “I thought we should celebrate our marriage, Mannu,” she. We parted ways, and I headed out to do some resupplying of many things. I loaded up the boat, took it all back to the island, and got everything situated on the homestead, including adding the aphrodisiac liquid straight into the fresh 3 month water supply. I showered, dressed in a fresh linen button down shirt and matching pants, I wondered if any of the new girls would see I'm not wearing underwear. I was honestly a little nervous as I cruised slowly to the mainland dock, giving the new. She was laughing hysterically. Those old whores she said are so judgmental about me and they are worse cause they hide it. What bitches. I laughed and told her it wasn't all of them. She didn't care she was convinced I fucked them all. She told me she had fucked or blown most of the single men in their club and these women though she was discussing. Now I was hoping. As we talked some more she took our plates to the kitchen and when she came back she walked over to me pulled down the strap of. She paid no attention and did not remove her hands. As the movie climaxed, she relaxed, the ending was headed for a happy one and as she relaxed, her hands started rubbing us both. Now we were really smiling! The movie over, we decided to go to a place where her and I had spent some pleasant moments in the past. When we got there she and her friend started chatting and it was obvious they had also spent some time there. As she relived old times with him their hands were wandering. He had been.