I never was much of a foot man myself, I always liked a nice ass, but I couldn’t help staring and noticing how perfect her feet were. Indian hot xxx I stood up and went up stairs to change. Once her bottoms were on the floor, I couldn’t help it and blew my load on the closet wall and floor. If I was noticing them, other guys were. I was lightheaded from the rush. My closet was on the opposite side of the wall behind the toilet. I was going to do the best I could and someday she would see how good I had tried to do and she’d agree with me that her mother was a heartless, selfish whore. I preferred a woman with pale skin instead of those unhealthy or unnatural looking tans. Where the hell did that come from? “Sure, honey, daddy’s ok, he’s just having a heart attack.”
Anyway, I knew from the sexual buildup I was in, I needed to see her naked form. For instance, one night I sat on the couch absently trying to read the newspaper while Molly laid on her stomach on the floor in front of me watching TV.
