With one hand she was holding his hair, with the other she was spreading open her pussy lips. Indian Porn She was glancing at him, not to communicate, not to share a moment of comfort or connection. She knew he would be at the gathering. —
He was surprised, and pleased, to find nothing else was there to keep her warm – not a single piece of clothing. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
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He realized she was so collected, she must have been awake for quite a while. He gingerly, slowly, as though it couldn’t possibly be true, crept from his daughter’s side into position on top of her. Fucking. And yet there was a small voice, growing louder and louder as the months wore on, growing louder even though he told himself the voice was not being fair or rational.
