Don’t you get attached, I admonished myself. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I repeated, meaning every word of it. Indian sex Sooner or later, Jennifer – whose own father showed up only occasionally – was bound to have her own sexual curiosity piqued. “I know that, I trust you completely,” I soothed. No response. “How you doin’ down there?”
“Mmm, nice.”
“No pain?”
“Nope.”
I leaned over and kissed my beautiful lover, running my tongue gently over her lips. I stopped moving forward and used my hands to gently massage Jennifer’s legs and her belly, subtly asking her body to relax. I thought. Her hips now were gyrating to my movements. as her mother stood nearby! Without another word, Jennifer tried to take my cock down her throat. “Sure,” mom said, walking in the door… I did it again. By this time, her mother was babysitting our daughter regularly while mom and I were at work…
