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Vijay tried to find out what was the problem but no one talked to him. He finished his dinner and went to his room. Dad, daughter and Mom finished dinner in silence. Aarti cleared table with Riya helping her. As Sudhir was getting up, Aarti told them “I gave a lot of thought. If both of you really like and want, go ahead but I have some conditions”. Riya shrieked in joy and hugged her Mom” Mom, you are the best Mom in the world. Anything you say, we will do” Sudhir also was beaming ear to ear as he also hugged Aarti and covered her face with kisses, thanking her. She pushed him away and told them “ Rule one, Riya should not get pregnant. Two, fuck in moderation, I don’t want her cunt to be loose like a Randi’s at time of marriage. Three, I want best marks and grades from Riya, I don’t want her to be a doctorate in fucking and a failure in academics” They assured, promised her and went into bedroom and closed the door. Aarti slept on the sette in the hall. Before that, Aarti arranged hot Milk, sweets, savouries and decorated the bed room with flowers, incense sticks like a suhaag raat. She dressed Riya like a bride and sent her with a glass of milk. Sudhir became emotional, he hugged Aarti and almost cried, he thanked her for being such an understanding wife. She just smiled and pushed him into the bed room. That whole night Riya was Indian Girls Fucking fucked many times by her insatiable dad. When he was about to fall off asleep at 4 AM, Riya told him “ Dad, I have something interesting to show you” He yawned “ Sweety pie, can’t it wait till morning?” he complained. “No, it can’t” she told firmly, went into bathroom and returned with a bra and gave him. “It is your Mom’s bra, so what about it?” he asked puzzled. Kate kissed me back. “Right. I kissed her again just as her eyes were closing then I ushered Jonathan and Marylou out the door. Well, for that cute little butthole of yours." She must have sensed it too. She keeps demanding to know who the whore is in the picture I sent. “Mmm, so selfish,” Melody moaned. My futa-cock twisted, caught in the fabric. They finally moved on opposite sides of Ariel, and grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. I held his gaze as he walked closer to me, so close I could smell him, the cologne faintly hit my nose, my nipples seems to react to Indian Girls Fucking this. She had two fingers in Jill’s vagina pushing them in and out. Before I knew it I felt mouths on my pussy and tiny tits. “Well while you were in the bathroom I looked at some more video and the girl was sucking the cock.”