She was staying alone in a rented flat. I rang the bell and she opened the door . She looked so different, absolutely stunning with light makeup, open hair, wearing a single piece black dress of crape material, upto the knees. The dress had a deep neck and was showing her cleavage and was perfectly wrapped around her curves. I was mesmerized and complimented her. She invited me inside, we hugged lightly, she smelled divine. I sat on the sofa. Her home was a small 1 BHK, but tastefully decorated. I opened the wine and we sipped while we talked. I cracked some humorous tales from my past and she laughed a lot.After a while she brought dinner. She had made Pasta, which went well with the wine. It was very tasty and I praised her, smacking my lips. She blushed. We continued drinking the wine, till it started hitting a bit, leaving us tipsy, though she was more than me. We continuously smiled at each other. A cool breeze was blowing through the balcony, and she nudged me to follow her to. But I climbed over her and wrapped my arms around her from behind as she snuggled up against me, pressing her ass right against my cock, which was quickly becoming rigid. “I don’t feel well at all Daddy” she whimpered. “Do you need help getting to the bathroom baby?” I whispered to her. “No, it’s not that kind of sick. But my stomach hurts. Will you rub it like you used to when I was little and had a tummy ache?” she whispered back, grinding even harder against me as I tried to discreetly move away so that she wouldn’t feel my now fully hard erection. I gingerly raised my hand to her satin soft skin and began to rub slow, soft circles. She moaned softly and again began pressing herself against me. My cock was now straining to be free of my pajama bottoms, and was beginning to ache slightly from the pressure she was applying to it. I was sure that she could feel it, and only hoped she didn’t know what it was. “Lower daddy. It hurts lower” she whimpered, and I slid my hand down a.
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