I don’t know what to make of the events in the past days. “Better?” “Yeah, this is more comfy, dad.”
The sensation of her soft butt cheeks on my lap, on my dick, her legs on mine, the small of her back against my belly, it is sensational! Indian sex “Are you ok, honey?” “Yeah dad, sorry, I’m just a bit tickly.” “Sorry darling, I’ll just wash your flower. She’s too sweet, too beautiful. The bottom part of her long, dark hair is wet, slightly wavy, resting on one of her shoulders, the tips flowing down towards the center of her breasts. She must be cumming right now! It is not very spacious. Oh my goodness! Over the last few days, I have avoided cuddling with Ava. As I’m about to start washing her shoulders I’m hearing Ava: “Don’t you wanna wash my hair first? It seem that we’re both pretending it isn’t there. I’m looking at her face, her begging eyes. A wipe, a towel or a sponge. I had no idea that the splints on Ava’s arms could be wrapped with a waterproof sheet. I’m sliding my soapy hands up her flat, firm belly. I keep stroking her clit, alternating with circling movements on her inner lips and dipping my fingertip inside her just a little.
