I got a clear view of my son’s wife’s exposed back and perfect ass this time.As I put my hand on her head, I felt the silky soft thickness of her hair and when I tried to lift her shoulders, she had already started standing up. My son called me from the airport. Indian sex Slowly, Ranjan shaved off the thick strip of her pubic hair. I knew it was a honeymoon trip because my ancestral home is in Goa. I could see that the saree was poorly wrapped. No wonder my son agreed right away for marriage.Soon, the new couple said they were coming home to see me. She said she’ll just call me by my name (Sanjay) for some days before calling me ‘dad’.Then my son asked her to touch my feet. My grocery shop was within walking distance, on the main road.Years of walking and eating fish had made me look younger than I really was. In about three minutes, Ranjan pulled her tightly into a hug and came inside her.Anika tried to keep riding but
