I had jeans and a t-shirt on. We settled down and I could tell you were nervous as we watched the movie and as we sat there watching a man got into th... seat on the other side of you. I felt your hand squeeze mine as I was stroking your thigh in the dark.After a while you nudged me. The man on your left had his hard cock poking up out of his open zipper. The light from the screen made it visible every now and then. He didn't seem to be touching it, and he didn't make eye contact with us, but he. He winked at me, glancing at my melons which were drooping on sides as I was lying on my left side giving a clear picture to him.“kitne liye aaj?” Dad asked.“Kya papa aap bhi! Pahla hi to tha ye. Aao ab aap hi ka sahaara hai”“Aww meri beti. Apne papa se itna pyar karti hai!” Dad exclaimed.“Papa se bhi. Aur unke lund se bhi”Arun bite his fingers on hearing the kinky conversation between a father and his daughter. He moved out slamming the door behind. Dad reached the bed and before that I jumped. Becca tasted his pre-dinner beer."Ugh!" she exclaimed. "I don't know how you can drink that stuff. I tried it a couple of years ago and didn't like it then. I still don't." I didn't think much of it either to start with but at university one was expected to drink it and now I like it." Do you drink spirits?" I have done. I'm not mad about them and my father encouraged me to stick to beer." Uncle Steven likes his evening dram and I had a sip of that once. Yuck! I like a glass of white wine with. I fumbled in my jacket pocket for the number I had taken down, and punched it in. It rang for a while, and I was a little worried that the line would be down and I would have to climb the grain silo again. After a couple of minutes a young man answered, and before long we had arranged transport and payment for all of the grain we could farm, and any other produce we could provide. It sounded like they were increasingly desperate. They had wanted to pay us in dollars, as the country was trying.