By the end of the shower, though, I was getting hard again after reliving the experience in my mind and I was already anticipating our next meeting which I documented here. After this meeting the same emotions and thoughts flooded back as I went home and repeated my cleansing process. Laura had asked me to fix her laptop which had been suffering from some kind of a malware infestation. Not that she had used those words specifically. While she was a very smart girl and an Ivy League student, she just didn’t particularly care about computers as long as they worked properly. I got rid of the problem fairly easily, but when I started browsing through her files to see what might have been the cause for the infection, I found some pictures and videos which I couldn’t have imagined Bhabhi Laura had been looking at. The thing was, I knew all her important essays and such were saved here, so she certainly didn’t let her friends and such use this specific computer… This should not have entirely come as a surprise, of course. I had to remember my daughter was already a young adult woman, and naturally girls thought and dreamed about these things too. I have to say the subject matter looked a bit peculiar for a girl to be dreaming about, but I guess that was just my opinion. The material consisted entirely of big throbbing penises shooting thick white goo into pretty young girls’ mouths. I hadn’t realized Laura had sneaked in until I heard her speak: “Did you manage to fix it, dad… Oh, err, hmmh…” She blushed adorably when she noticed what was happening on the screen, and I’m pretty sure I did too, considering it was an animated slow-motion gif of a long stream of white jizz shooting onto a girl’s tongue and then dribbling deeper into her threesome mouth. It was certainly a bit embarrassing moment. “Mhnmp,” Laura mumbled, and her green eyes had widened alarmingly. I swiftly closed the page and attempted to explain the situation: “The malware must have saved that in the cache… I mean, they do that occasionally.” I knew I didn’t sound entirely convincing, even if that argument might have been true in some situations. This was far from the only picture or video of a similar topic I had found, and most of them had been saved on purpose, they hadn’t just ended up in the cache. It was also telling that she didn’t seem to be accusing me of watching porn on her computer, which was what the situation should have looked like to her. “Ha, yes, sure, that’s right!” Laura said, nodding along with all too nervous enthusiasm. I also noticed that despite the embarrassment of the moment, her attention had been intently concentrated on the animation as long as it had been on the screen. She swiftly snatched the computer from my hands, exclaiming a bit too quickly and with her eyes a bit too wide: “Well-it’s-working-I-need-it-right-now!” Laura drifted away desi as quickly as she had arrived, taking the laptop with her. I could guess she was afraid of me deleting her files, and I don’t mean the essays. I just shrugged and got back to my own things, reminding myself on that she was an adult and it wasn’t really my business what she was watching. I thought that was that, until she came to my home office again a few days later, nervously twirling indian her hair in her fingers and with her green eyes blinking. “Is the computer bothering you again?” I guessed. “Umm, no, that’s not it…” she mumbled, “although kind of it’s related…” Abby blushes and grins wickedly at me as she slightly grinds on my dick. The pressure was extreme, it felt like I was being split in two. I just...I was curious.” Firstly another scaffolding pole was added across my neck. I’ll be there in ten.” Though there were special circumstances due to Caros and her indian followers showing their willingness to submit. “This time... “You will follow each of my directives as though they are military commands. He exposed my black panties with their two words written in those bold, white letters. You’re not gonna see me running to the cops, telling stories about how you ruined my life. She playfully put her hand over her snatch and said. Coughing blood down she sees two dark figure approach her holding small pistols. So for the first thing in my life I started to do such horrible thing to an innocent girl. He wasn't sure if his growth was noticable. A very quiet week, the Bhabhi desi weather was typical British weather threesome - cold, wet and windy. Grinning, he handed it to me. “Here you go, man.” He said, satisfied with himself. "Not clean yet I see.