He wanted to know if he could come to her tent for awhile, he told her I wouldn't mind , I had already told him, I knew she needed more than I could p...ovide. She said she knew I was always encouraging her to find a bigger younger man for sex and knew I was turned on the thought of her taking a black man. Greg just asked what was stopping her then and she said she didn't want to cheat on me. He told her it wouldn't be cheating if I knew about it.She asked if he was going to tell me and said only. Main unke peeche se gaya aur unke kamar aur baah ke beech se apni cup dene ke bahane unke peeche kafi kareeb hote hue sat gaya.Main bola: Mera cup.Woh pahle ghabraayi aur boli: Ahh! Tumne do dara hi diya.Mere short mein lund ka hissa unki mulayam satin mein chupi gand se sata hua tha. Main bina hate bola: Kyu, maine kya kiya?Woh bhi waise hi mujhse sati rahi bina hile aur muh peeche kar boli: Ab aise achanak se aaoge aur neeche se hath laaogeto koi bhi darega hi.Main: Bade bolte ho ki 43 ke ho. My daughter had already started the car and was waiting on me. Smiled as I got in the car."You look good today, dad." She said, eyeing me up and down. I laughed, "why thank you, daughter." I eyed her up and down playfully, to which she giggled and began posing as if she were a model. She wore a blouse and leggings, both blue. She was modest enough that her outfit wasnt revealing, but tight enough to reveal she had curves.I pulled the car out of the driveway, for a split second I thought I saw a. We both know that I won't be leaving here for quite some time. I slip off my black patent pumps and straighten up, feeling vulnerable bent over. He inspects my outfit carefully, making sure I'm wearing what he instructed. Of course I did, I think. I learned that lesson already. I can feel his gaze on my simple black dress, short, low-cut, and hugging my curves delicately. My brown hair falls straight and tidy over my shoulders. It's one of his more uncomplicated requests. Usually I can guess.