" My dad," Danny asked, puzzled."Your dad," John replied, "bet he'd enjoy his son as much as I do." My dad," Danny mocked. "Can't imagine him even enj...ying sex." Oh he does," John poked. "He does." How do you know," Danny responded, the subject made him uneasy.John didn't answer.They put the dishes in the sink and headed for the door."Um," Danny stuttered. "What about my clothes?" They're in my car, but you don't need them. My windows are tinted andwe're just going to the club."As they drove. Kanhu was at the point of no return. He ran to the bathroom as soon as kusum left and started jerking off vigorously. He shot a thick load of come on the bathroom wall.Sagar was up already by the time kusum had finished her daily private time with her kids. He knew about kusum’s obsession with kanhu’s lauda. He was ok with it as he was also kind of obsessed with rathi. He could not take his eyes of his sexy young daughter. He had always admired her firm boobs and luscious ass. Rathi also liked. " Thank you, dear, it's good to see you. And to feel you." You're most welcome, Sir."Once inside I gave her the little parcel with the Gucci scarf. "I hope it's the right colour." Ooohh, thank you, dear. Yes, I think it is just the right colour for the Alfa Romeo. I'm getting quite Italian."She tied the scarf round her neck, and guided me into the living room. "Sit down, love, I'll be right back with a couple of cups of espresso."She had prepared a small tray with my favourite whisky, her own. I feel her little cunt cinch tight around the neck of my cock. My engulfed head throbs within her. My balls tingle.When I press deeper her eyes wince and water immediately, so I ease back. I pull my cock slowly outward, allowing the glistening lips of her pussy to reemerge. Just when her inner labia reappear, unfolding themselves around my withdrawing cockhead, I push downward again. Her ample lubrication allows me to slide in this time rather than crushing her labia so far inward. She whines.