Mai to pagal hone lagi thi. Baar baar mami ko dekh rahi thi. Papa chud aur sthan suhara raha tha. Kitni sundar sthan aur javaan chud hai meri beti ki,...vah bol ke sthan aur chud dabaya, aap ki beti ki hai papa, maine bola aur uska ande masalne lagi. Ab tu beti nahin hai. To kya hun papa. Ab to jald meri biwi ban jayegi.Hm beti se biwi, jald babana papa, maine bola. Vah dhire dhire ;und se dhake maar raha tha aur lund andar ghusta ja raha tha. Thore der mein mujhe peeda ane laga. Peeda hota hai. "That perked me up a bit. I couldn't imagine getting up at two in themorning just to get on a flight. I suppose my getup time wasn't too bad.Since I'd never travelled by plane before, it wasn't something I'd everthought about.After we'd checked in and made our way through the security gate and wesettled down for a nice breakfast while we waited for our flight. Imunched on the rather greasy fried bread as I thought about the flightand asked, "If check-in closes forty minutes before the flight,. It hurt to think that I once cared for her very deeply.It was my opinion that the best thing for her would be to get all the happiness she could squeeze out of the next few weeks, because eternal judgment was about to descend on her house.Baby Girl and the clan followed me everywhere, sensing my anger, hurt, and frustration. My face and neck were licked, rubbed, cuddled and warmed by the bodies of my seven angels. They stuck to me like glue and our romps along the beach, through town, and. What if I don't fit his image, all these negative thoughts rip their way ino my brain, shredding my confidence. Just when I feel like crying a hard slap saves me, bringing me back to reality. "I said eyes open and forward didn't I Sleave?" his voice washes over me, drowning out those thoughts and I find myself straightening, shoulders back, head high, eyes forward. "That's my Princess.". I can't help but glow at his praise. Feel his hand glide over my left breast, lifting it, I know he is.