Palash wondered what his father would have thought if he knew the pussy he was enjoying currently was his sister’s? With his sites set for his own respected mother’s pussy next, he thought, if he has lucky enough to taste his favourite dream-queen.
Next Goutam stopped by her daughter’s room and rapped lightly on her door. His visit was brief, a lot briefer than he planned, and he was blushing with a growing hard-on when he backed out of his daughter’s room.
When he had opened the door of his daughter’s bedroom, she had been laying on the bed, posed in wait for her father. She was in a sheer baby doll top, with no bottoms, and the top pushed up above her tits. Her full young tits and her heavily downed pussy were beautiful and in clear view. Her hand was between her legs toying with her clit.
He had stared in hypnotically and stuttered…… apologized for intruding and then leaned down for a quick kiss ‘goodnight’ on the cheek so that he could get the hell out of there. But she had turned and their lips met suddenly.
Instantly he felt her salivating tongue snaked deep into his mouth and automatically in his hypnotic state, he softly sucked on it for a second or two or three or four or five…he didn’t really know. He was in trance….he couldn’t believe.
His daughter… yes, his own cute daughter moaned sexily. He backed away quickly as he noticed she was staring at his huge bulge…. saying, “Good night Daddy, come back soon.” and her hips were moving seductively in a fucking motion.
As he closed his bedroom door behind him, he almost convinced himself he was having a delusion. He started tearing his clothes off. Gargi raised up and rolled over on her back throwing the sheet off, beautiful and nude she said, “Hurry baby… hurry. I’ve been waiting eagerly for you, I’m so horny…”
It was a savage fuck for both of them, no tenderness, just hard unrelenting fucking… just what they both needed. His mind kept jumping constantly from his sexy wife to his sexy daughter, while Gargi’s mind was reeling from her husband’s hard cock to that of her Arabian young client Jamal. Then without a word after the wonderful climax, they collapsed and slept the sleep of the exhausted.
They awoke mid morning and spent the next two hours getting reacquainted… more fucking. No part was left untouched, even a rare ass fuck.
By the time they came down for breakfast, it was lunch time. By mutual agreement, their children were already out of the house…..all day on Sundays……so Gargi only wore short little robe. The robe didn’t quite cover her pubic hair…. so you can imagine what the gorgeous Tolly diva looked like.
A light lunch, then Gargi pulled her husband into the living room on the big couch as she said, “It is time to talk about our situation, and something that happened to me for last few days, and maybe a way for us to get out of this fucking financial mess we are facing.”
There was a long pause as she tried to get her courage up for what she was about to tell her husband and then her suggestion… no not a suggestion, a plan she was now determined to implement it fully.