I found I couldn't give it my all, all the time.Finally, she broached the subject herself. "Honey, I can see that I'm expecting too much from you. I'm...sorry I was so upset when you brought up that idea the first time, and I'm sorry I've been so wrapped up in myself. I've been ignoring your feelings and pushing you too hard. Why don't you stop on your way home and buy me a present, and I'll try it out. Maybe this is what we need."Well, I was happy as a pig in, well you know, but I hid it well.. I saw her hair again. It was up in a bun, as usual. She was wearing those pencil rimmed glasses but it did not matter. She was a librarian’s librarian. She was hot looking despite the glasses and although she wasn’t saying so, she knew she was hot looking to be honest. Take off those glasses, let down that hair, and take off the blouse and skirt and what did look like underneath all that?” I sure wanted to ask her. I sure wanted to know. We talked a little about the position. She eyed me up and. Finally, I let one finger extend from that hand, trace lightly along the wet patch on the bikini, and apply pressure, ever so slightly, from the back of her covered cleft to the front. Nadeesha shuddered and moaned a bit, then stopped me and turnedaround. Her breasts were red from my attention and her face was getting flushed. Nadeesha kissed me once, quickly, and then tugged my bathing suit down. My six-inch cock (it may have been seven then) sprang free from its long confinement and. My pussy clenched down on them, delight rippling through my body. Her tongue swirled through my bowels, rooting through my nasty asshole.It felt so wonderfully dirty. The type of pleasure only a slut would ever experience. Mom never had anal. She was a proper Muslim woman. A good wife and mother. Which meant Dad never enjoyed a woman’s ass. I would be his first. He deserved this so much for being such an amazing Daddy.“I’m so glad I’m a slut, Daddy,” I groaned. “I’m so glad you get to fuck my.