Kya chubh raha hai wahaan pe…?Amar==beti abhi to maine kuch bhi nahi kiya hai bas teri gaand jara si kuredi hai tu jara palat kar ghoom ja aur ab ap...i panty bhi utaar de fir dekh kitna maza aata hai tujheReema== nahi papa mujhe saram aati haiAmar== bahan ki laudi saali raand chinaal abhi lauda choos rahi thi to saram nahi aa rahi thi..? Ab saram aa rahi hai chal palat kar ghoom ja baaki kaam main kar loongaAmar ne reema ko bed k sirhaane ki taraf ghuma diya aur uske chutad apni taraf kheech kar. She was on the edge of being pushed in one of two directions. She could be pushed down the road of sexual desire and exploration, or away from this pending taboo encounter. I looked her up and down again. My14yo daughter looking like everything I wanted at that moment, but she was my daughter and I needed to protect her, to giver her a good sense of worth and a moral compass. But I couldn’t. My sexual desires ruled me in that moment. “Come around in front of me.” I said to her. I watched as she. "He's okay," replied Collette. "Still a little fragile, but he's going to be all right, Patty. Don't worry." Patty..." said Morton, "I don't know how to say this, but... does Bobby breaking up with Julie... does it change how you feel about... us?" Shhh," he heard Collette shush them. After that, they spoke softly enough that he couldn't make out what was said."Fuck," Bobby said aloud into the darkness. He had put the possibility of getting back together with Patty out of his mind; hearing. Desire had blossomed impossibly within her yet being so far behind she knew not what else to do and moved to the other capturing Cecelia’s waiting breast. With this Lydia indulged herself tonguing heavily against its offered flesh. The pulse of her Lady’s ministrations held constant. Each breath was an appeal, a moan a gasp for release with chin tilting ever farther towards headboard. Her hips rose. Her belly tightened and Lydia widened her lips over warm helpless breast flesh to draw it into.