She had some plain cotton panties and a few sexy looking ones. Bhabhi sex With my dad somewhere in the house. I stood there watching from the dark until my dad said “time’s up.”
Ava fake whined like a child, but then rolled over off my dad’s lap, her shirt still pulled over her shoulder. I pulled my eyes away from her perfect rear end and walked back to the bathroom with the washing machine and dryer. The epitome of what my ultimate fantasy could be if I was all-knowing. “I suppose I shouldn’t cause another awkward dinner conversation,” I said quietly, before lowering my face to her gaping sex. He started out with a sympathetic tone as he patronized his 18 year old daughter. “Do my panties smell as good as your sister’s?”
She added a tongue out silly emoji, but I knew she wasn’t completely kidding. I panned up to her face as I buried myself inside her
