Not that I mind, but what was that for?” I asked. “Nothing.”, she responded. “I just love my daddy...um, dad. I just love you... Dad.” Indian Girls Fucking Even she seemed to be a little taken aback by her own use of the word. Then seemingly giving it no more thought, Chani turned back around and left the room, presumably to get about her day. For several long minutes I remained seated, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. I couldn’t deny it, my daughter was sexy, but that wasn’t it. Whatever effect my unintentional hypnosis had on her it had brought out this sweet... innocent part of her. Sexy and innocent, ripe for corruption. But could I? Could I really do this? Guide such a beautiful and innocent young woman to undiscovered depths of depravity? They found the access hole under the riding mower and entered to a roomy tunnel and followed the maps that they had. He smiled lazily. She was wet, oozing with slime. Michael stared in awe at the greatest pair of breasts he had, or ever would see. "Of course!" “You also seem to have a bit of a boner there” Moving to feel my erection. “Since we are in full disclosure. “I think little brother has found his true love.” Mmm yummy. He seemed to be enjoying my exposure; I could see a nice bulge in his trousers. As Indian Girls Fucking much as he wanted to stop this it now had to run it’s course.