Chani is my daughter and the most precious person on this earth to me. She has never failed to make me proud of her. She won’t be the valedictorian when she graduates at the end of this school year, but she’s easily in the top 10% of her class. A strong student who works to the fullest of her ability. She’s a hard and diligent worker. She always does her share of the housework and never complains. She’s respectful to her parents and elders. She’s active in extracurricular activities. Physically, she mostly takes after her mother, very petite at 5’2” and I can’t imagine that she weighs more than 105lbs soaking wet. Like most girls her age, Chani has changed a lot in the past few years, in intellectual and emotional maturity and, of course, physically. Come to think of it, it was just this past summer while sitting and reading the news, that I began to bemoan the latest drama in our nation’s capital. My wife called from down the hall giving me her own take on this current scandal, mentioning her hopes that the recently elected junior senator may be able to bring about some modicum of change. I looked up from my screen, as she walked into the room, and found myself at a complete loss for words. It turns out that wasn’t my wife I was discussing politics with. It was Chani. As I looked at my daughter, standing in front of me waiting for my reply, it was like something in my brain just snapped. I realized that in my mind my daughter had stopped growing at 10 years old. Sure I knew, intellectually, that she was driving, that she had a summer job. I’d even heard the occasional mention of boys. But somehow that intellectual understanding never made an emotional connection. Somehow my “dad brain" just blocked it all out. But here standing in front of me was asian a woman, no longer a little girl discussing the imagined social interactions of her doll collection, but a woman interested in current events, politics no less. At that moment I felt a profound sense of loss, and in the months since then I’ve skinny been a little distant from my daughter. “No Dad, it’s japan nothing,” Chani said, bringing me back to the present conversation. “Well okay, sweetie. I just wanted to...” “Dad, I just can’t take it!” Apparently, she decided to talk about it after all. “I’m just so overwhelmed! Every week we get more and more homework! Volleyball practice is being moved from oral three nights a week to four. I’ve got 300 lines to memorize for drama club. 300!!!” Chani’s words had begun with such power, but as she continued her tone changed from anger to exasperation. Her arms dropped, and her shoulders drooped. I had a feeling that we’d need a box of tissues any second now. “And...to...top it all...off,” Chani was openly sobbing now. “Jessie is mad at me and won’t even speak... to...” Her sentence trailed off as she brought her hands to her face, her upper body jerking in rhythm with her tears. I walked to her and put my arms around her, holding her close. “Why isn’t Jessica speaking to you?” I asked. Jessica had been Chani’s best friends for nearly a decade and while the occasional spat between friends was not unheard of I was amateur sure that with all the additional stress, Chani was probably taking this one a litter harder then she might normally. “I don’t know, I mean I know, but it’s just so stupid. Each one of his thrusts elicited a loud moan out of me and I felt like I was nearing to point of no return, when he stopped moving and pulled his cock out of my ass. "You don't seem convinced." An intense burning pleasure shot through him and a moment oral later he felt his cock releasing its first load deep inside his big sister's tight snatch. "Good! Julie knew she must look a state as she could see the mascara stains on amateur her hands from where her make-up had run, no doubt causing her to look like a bedraggled panda. When she tugged the top into place she turned to me “Close your eyes.” I did as she requested and heard clothing rustling for a few moments. Not in even in porn movies have I seen so much cum coming out of women’s pussy like it japan was gushing out of Taylor’s and running down her leg onto my cock. I pulled on her silky nylons, taking such care not to give her any runs. Glaubst du wirklich er redet mit mir darüber ob er dich heiß findet oder nicht?" We get out and I follow her inside. All of the emotions that I had before were back again, and it felt wonderful. When we managed to clear skinny the stalls, the girls asian now carrying new sun hats and plastic bags full of purchases, we reached the seafront. He kissed me. To be honest, it’s hard to believe we’re even related. I asked her name and she answered 'Ellen'. I moved my hand around her stomach in ever increasing circles, slowly working my fingertips closer to uncovered tits on the bottom of her bikini top. It will return, though, and it will be permanent. I dunno why but i lay her down and i start kissing her and i actually lick her. And on the back of it, was scrawled in ink--in big letters--the words "YOU WON!" Clitoris to clitoris they ground their bodies together. “Ohhhh! Soon she was back with a bottle of oil from the bathroom and very naked! Her silky skin felt warm against mine. But her need for Jansen was on a completely different level. He gave Abby a weary thumbs up from his seat. But this must have been in me.