The kids were rowdy and excited, and us parents dutifully followed their frenzied joy with our cameras. My smirk from earlier didn’t fade though. Indian sex video I barely registered when Tiffany had rejoined me. She was truly a dream daughter. “I know, sweetheart,” I put my arm over her shoulder. The dress accentuated her body, making her tits and ass stand out is a way that begged to be grabbed. We grabbed some loungers in the sun and laid out. I looked up to see Tiffany, hair stringy and wet, with the towel wrapped up around her and coming just below her supple ass. The fabric of the suite was soft and almost silky in my fingers. A tiny bit of annoyance welled up inside me as I looked at the mess. On the drive home, my wife and I showered her with praise. She pressed her body into mine and looked up at me. “Well, this isn’t mine.” I scanned the crowd to see the divorcee trying to catch my eye, and upon doing so, made a show to wink and headed toward the door. Like I mentioned before, she’s the perfect daughter- physically as well.
