”Fir maine unhe andar bulaya aur pani pine ko dia. Pani pine ke baad unhone kaha ki bua jate waqt meri mummy ko phone kar ke gai thi ki mai akela ho...n kisiko mera dhyan rakhne ke liye bhej dia jaye, meri mummy ne rani chachi ko jab is bare me bataya to wo khushi khushi taiyar ho gai(hoti bhi kyun na…unko AC. Mein sone ka jo mouka mil raha tha aur uske sath mummy ke ane baad ache khase paise bhi milte).Us din mai din bhar unko chodne ke plans banata raha…wo jab bhi bathroom jati mai bathroom ke. Now coming to the story. I am sitting on the kitchen table-top and was watching my wife’s friend Sandhya making omelet in the kitchen. The sweat drops falling down from her face and traveling towards her neck and her boobs made my dick erect again.While she was doing her work, I started to play with her tiny boobs by pinching her nipples and squeezing them. Once she poured the omelet on the stove, I dragged her towards me and started to kiss her deeply. Her hands were over my hair. My hands. When she came into the living room the first thing I noticed was that her nipples were hard and were visible straining again her tank top. I didn’t want to say anything but moments later heard Alyssa say, “Is it that cold out there?” and her eyes dropped to Becca’s hard nipples. Becca looked down and noticed how obvious her nipples were and blushed. Alyssa followed up with, “giving him that good of a show, you are lucky the delivery guy didn’t whip it out right there and start jackin’ off.”. I always loved the smell of my daddy, it made me feel so safe & comforted. This time though, the smell made me react differently. Maybe it was from the steam, maybe it made my brain a little fuzzy..or, maybe it was from the early morning..but, seeing Daddy's penis..well, it made me tingly in my girly parts."Daddy, I'm sorry. it won't ever happen again. Please dont' give me a spanking. Please. I'm sorry. Really." I begged and pleaded as I lay across His lap, completely helpless. "Hmm, well..I.