. “aaaaahhhh dekh k”.Mian: aj pyar bhi pyar se nahi. Bahut din bad mile ho aj tut k pyar ho ga.Bua: haste hue, tut k pyar hi karna kahin kuch tod ...at dena.Fir miane bua k hothon ko chuma or unke nipple ko kat te hue niche jane laga or unki nabhi ko chumne laga or us per jib fer fer k use gila kar diya. Bua ko gud gudi si ho rahi thi. Fir miane jhatke se bua ki chadi utar di or unki chut pe hath ferne laga. Puri safa chat chut thi 1 bhi bal nahi. Maine unki chut me ungli dali to unki chut. I now had some direction. He was acknowledging that I belonged in some sense.We retraced my steps back to the barns and the cows were turning into the loafing shed I’d walked through earlier. They were following as if by rote having done it twice daily so many times before.They were very calm to be walking among the hired help as though very routine and their herding instinct led them to know the leader cow was to be followed. The old leader walked right into the loafing shed and without much. I was thirty three at the time even though I kept in shape at the gym but still I was thirty-three. Your daughter is so bossy, so immature, such a daddys girl. But you Mrs. Johnson are all woman. Your daughter is a scatter-brain teenager. Ive always from day one had the hots for you. Vincent said moving his hands forward removing my bra at the same time as it fell from my small but perky breasts. I know I should have pushed Vincent away and called for help but the feel of the hands of such a. Standing in front of me with her hands on her hips and in only a shirt and underwear I change the subject by asking, “Any plans today baby?” “Umm,” she said thinking out loud, “not really Daddy.” I glance again at her noticing for the first time her breasts against the shirt. Not only had it been a busy week, but a busy year I thought to myself. I haven’t even noticed my own daughter growing up. Remembering she is now sixteen, I concede she is not so little any more. I slide my chair out from.