“What are you doing? Indian Porn B?” Ashley asked as she looked deep into my eyes, the lust in her orbs almost tearing my heart out. I stopped with them just above her knees, spread her thighs as far as they would go, and stepped closer behind her until just the tip was against her glistening, dripping snatch. I was fully ready to beat the living crap out of whom ever was violating my home – and my daughter and her friend. Solid, but not overly muscled, from swimming and biking. But, bound as she was, she couldn’t do anything. A bit about us: I’m 38, 6-foot-5, 230 pounds. Anything resembling rational thought was gone from my brain and hormones had taken over. Gabby doesn’t shave her pussy. B?” Ashley asked as she looked deep into my eyes, the lust in her orbs almost tearing my heart out. “It’s alright.”
“Daddy,” Gabby said, her voice now quiet.
