I cry out in passion, as my fingers rub over my sensitive slit. He has a shit-eating grin on his face and it’s only 6:30. Indian Sex Constuctive critisism is OK. I try to reason with myself. “Y-yes?” I stutter still breathing heavy. Hello. She might be having a nightmare. It’s going to be a long day. “Karin, yes right there!” she moans. “Karin, are you OK? I notice a stain in the front. I grab my sheet and pull it over me covering myself. “Dammit dad! “Y-yes?” I stutter still breathing heavy. That was my first story. I quickly grab them and run into our room. I can’t believe it! She is pinching her nipples and rubbing her soaked pussy. Thinking of my dream again. Her shirt is pulled up over her small breasts and her hand is inside her panties. “Karin, are you OK? No longer scared of my feelings I pull the sheet off of her. I look around and sniff them. I close my eyes and start drifting off.
