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Farida and Farzana were on the pills on a permanent basis to avoid any problem of pregnancy as our sexual relationship never stopped. We took extra care to conceal our secret, but hiding our relationship wasn't going to be easy now, as her children had grown up over the years. Old enough to know that their mother and I were having an affair. Her daughter Shgufta was not a little kid now.
I began to realize that she was not the same little girl I knew before. This occurred in more ways than one. Her changes were not going unnoticed and She was turning from a pretty child to a breathtakingly stunning woman. Curves were starting to develop in all the right places giving early hints of feminine beauty to her petite body. She was timid and shy now, as if she was aware that I was male and she was female. Sometimes she became shifty, not wanting to look at me during our conversations. I looked at her and remembered how little she had been when I first started friendship with her father and then her Mother. Woweee! How she was growing up now! I could not believe how she was starting to look more and more like her beautiful mother every day. She was a true version of her mother, although perhaps just a bit prettier.. Her changes were not going unnoticed and she liked the new attention. She was turning from a pretty child to a breathtakingly stunning woman. Curves were starting to develop in all the right places giving early hints of feminine beauty to her petite body.
Shgufta was always a bundle of laughs, jolly, effervescent, bubbly and she has grown into a beautiful young woman just within few years. It was not all that long ago when she had her eighteenth birthday party a couple of weeks prior, and her still childish body gave her a jailbait appearance! Looking at her now was a delight to my horny old eyes. She has well developed breasts and such a shapely bum! Oh! I do have a thing for bums! A little bit plumper than her mothers. I found myself envious, wanting to part her delectable buttocks with busy fingers. The desire to remove her knickers one day soon! Naughty of me; I know; but there is no joy in being good.
She never uses make-up, makes herself up, because God had given her so much for a man to look at. So she knew, she didn't need anything extra. Yes, she has became more and more womanly, gorgeous, and highly fuck able. Even Shahida was worried that men would want to spoil her. She had obviously seen my eyes following Shgufta's alluring body around.
Seeing her now gives me a disturbance in my trousers I should not be having. All these years she has been looking to me as a Father figure. I've never seen a more beautiful girl than Shgufta. How can I possibly describe her in any way to do her justice? I just cannot find the words. She is a truly magnificent specimen of womanly enticing beauty. I swear Shgufta was perfect. In my lewd mind she was perfect to take to my bed.
Her facial features were made even cuter by her freckles. Little light brown spots caused by too much sun on her fair complexion. Her cheeks were a naturally rosy red, which seemed to accentuate her eyes. Her long straight blonde hair that had a natural bounce and luster. The unique twinkle in her blue eyes, like her mothers, and her radiant skin glowing in the light made her a very captivating delightful bundle of womanhood to behold. Her complexion was the color of ivory. Later I found very supple to touch. The contours on her face were perfectly chiseled. Her nose was perfectly formed and proportioned. Her large expressive eyes, full sometimes of a mischievous glint, which says more than words ever, could. Her pink full lips were ever inviting and teasing me to want desperately to taste and to kiss passionately. Her breasts conical, shaped also like her Mothers, a natural feminine pedestal leading to her long beautiful neck. I cannot help myself; I am turning myself on just describing her to you!
She noticed I was paying attention to her bubbly personality and it looked that she liked the new attention. Every time I see Shgufta she smiles at me, wiggles her eyebrows, shouting, " Mummy!" Pretending that I am coming to ravish her. I think she knows she is a natural prick teaser and plays me up with her guile. Nevertheless, I always enjoy her company. She gives me instant hard-on sometimes by her incessant teasing when Shahida isn't around. More and more I wish that Shahida would go away on her family activity more often, just so I could be alone with Shgufta. She is my daughters age and placing that fact that she is the daughter of my Mistress, the woman I take to bed in her own house in earshot of her children, then I begin to worry about my saneness.
Although Shgufta's and I had spent a lot of time together as she had been growing up, I was trying, but found it impossible not to look at her. But, just a quick glance at her, her lovely breasts, her pleasingly plump cupid shaped bottom and her face would just make me so horny!
This may sound crass of me, but I was very sexually attracted to her, and I always found her alluringly attractive, her glorious voluptuous body was like a magnet to my ever-needy cock. She got near and it rose up to meet her. For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed being with her, talking to her, joking with her. Wanting to touch her. Feel her. Oh! I must stop it!
She was conscious of the way her own body was changing and was growing up to be such a beautiful young lady. I had witnessed her very small breast grow into ripe melons which make me want to squeeze for their juice. Compared with her mother's they were so full and ready for plucking; so young and so seductively shag gable. I always wondered what it would be like to run my hands over her luscious tit flesh, wondering how she would react if I gently pinched her nipples between my fingers? Kissed them for her? Nibbled them with my teeth? Sucked her areola and nipples deep into my mouth and rolled my tongue round them? She was, if anything meatier around her arse and thighs than Shahida . Being a little taller her legs had better shape too, being so young, she would need to have.
To be honest, I had to admit that from last few months, every time, I meet Shgufta, I was overtaken by an urge to lock her in a tight embrace, to kiss her, just rip apart her the things she was dressed in, hold her breasts in my palms and knead them, suck them, and drive my cock deep into her little pussy. I found myself so many times rebuking myself for my sanity. "What are you thinking Jawad? Shgufta is daughter of your best friend, you can't think like that about her! However, the effort to control my self was futile and each and every meeting I had with her I was just the same.
I supposed and thought that the day I went to Shgufta's place was no different to any other, little did I know that it would be another turning point in my life. A turning point I shall remember unto death.
I was passing quietly through the bathroom area of the house going round to the rear entrance when I heard some sort of faint rhythmic moaning coming from the bathroom. It was Shgufta, by the sound of it; she was talking to someone in a very passionate way. I froze for a second, not quite knowing whether it was for real or I was just hearing things. I stuck my ear to the bathroom wall and started listening. I could only hear faint moans and the sound of the shower spray.
The height of the window made it impossible to see in from ground level. I looked around and found a small table. I lifted it and placed it under the window so I could look into the bathroom. She has just finished her bath and was pulling up her underwear. The window was not frosted, so I could see her very clearly. My unruly cock grew hard in my pants at the sight of Shgufta pulling her flimsy her panties up and adjusted them around her hips. I got a quick flash of her shaved baby-like pussy. Her succulent breasts were before my eyes. She slipped into her bra and reached back and fastened it with its clasp, I stood transfixed as she slipped into her shilwar and qameez. She was truly very petite graceful girl.
I was so moved by her stunning beauty, it did not quell my desire for her, just the opposite in fact. I absent-mindedly let myself in the rear entrance without knocking as I usually do. My mind was racing. All I wanted was an opportunity to catch her in the bathroom and have my wicked way with her. The vision of those lovely breasts were foremost in my mind, the sucking, nipping, tasting, teasing, was foremost in my thoughts. Teaching her how to kiss with tongues would be a delight for both of us.
By the time I got into the house she was just coming out of the shower wearing a large, loose, casual qameez for wearing around the home, which pretty much covered everything. Her Qameez was of the thin material hugged her body; Shagufta unintentionally gave a nearly naked appearance. "Hey uncle! Good afternoon, how are you?" You frightened me, did not hear you knock?" Shgufta cheerfully greeted me.
"Sorry Shgufta, my mind was not on what I was doing, I came in the back way that is why you did not hear the bell. You should not leave doors unlocked anyway. I have heard your Mum telling you about that."
