I found me a Desi preview

In a single motion her ass erupted from the water like an upside down heart as she reached for her towel and flung it round herself. Before I had time to process the fleeting image of her nakedness, it was gone. And yet I was now painfully erect again. I watched the edge of the towel dance provocatively about interracial the tops of her legs as she walked away. She went all the way back up to the house without looking back or saying doggystyle a word. It was as if she wanted to leave me only with that fleeting image. Later that night, as I lay in bed, praying for the strength to resist temptation, I couldn’t help but think that Tabatha deliberately flashed her naked body for me to see. If not deliberately, then recklessly. Did she know that her body excited me? Did she want me to see her? Or did she think that in the dark and with her speed, I wouldn’t see anything? I allowed myself to spread leaking precum all over my shaft, rather than let it stain the sheets. I reasoned that I wasn’t really masturbating, it was just basic hygiene, really. And cleanliness is next to Godliness. But there is only so much cleaning a shaft can bear before it starts squirting today’s load, and yesterday’s load, and the day before. In my mind I squirted that big heavy load all over my sister’s fucking gorgeous wet arse. “Unnnhhhh!” I felt guilty afterwards, but I slept well that night. Not long after that night, my Mum invited our neighbours in for a swim on a hot Sunday afternoon. Alf and Barbara were English. They were older than Mum and they had grown-up kids. They'd known us since we were little and we called them “Uncle Alf and Aunty Barbara”, even though they weren’t our real aunty amateurs and uncle. Alf was a dirty old man riding who kissed my Mum a little too enthusiastically when they met and patted her on the bum. She hated that, but he was an invaluable handy man missionary for a single mum and he was kind hearted and generous and good company in every other respect, so she forgave him his wandering hand. Her blonde hair tickled the insides of my thighs as she pressed into missionary me. My head grew dizzy. Her eyes snapped open “What?” Abrielle was on her knees, facing the doggystyle entry as she saw Daddy and the Indian woman come into interracial sight. He matched riding Willowbud’s affectionate amateurs gaze, took a deep rip of his joint, and said, “There’s a fire ant colony in your hair.” and Willowbud went screaming into the bathroom as she swatted at the hundreds of insects descending her scalp. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is true and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. "Perfect," she thought to herself “That’s when I realized that I had to marry Lori off to someone with a really good career and lots of money. “I need to see Sven right now. I could only take so much! “Oh, don’t let me stop you; you never have before.” Mom grinned, “I can wait.