The next morning, I walked into the kitchen to find Laya cooking breakfast, her pink saree flowing elegantly as she moved. The aroma of spices filled the air, making my stomach growl. She had the largest busiest boobs I've ever seen.
"Good morning!" I said, taking a seat at the table.
"Good morning!" she replied, her smile brightening the room. "I hope you're hungry. I'm making your favorite, aloo paratha!"
Just then, my father entered, a playful grin on his face. He approached Laya from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and surprising her. He wrapped his fingers around her waist in a playful hug, surprising her. She laughed, and the warmth between them was unmistakable. I watched the scene unfold, feeling a mix of emotions as they shared this tender moment. "Hey there, beautiful," he said warmly, pulling her close.
Laya laughed, her voice light and cheerful. "You scared me! I didn't hear you come in!"
"I couldn't resist," he replied, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "I just wanted to surprise you."
She turned to face him, still smiling. "Well, you certainly did! But now I have to make sure the parathas don't burn!"
My father released her with a playful squeeze. "I'll keep an eye on them while you finish up. Just don't take too long-I'm starving!"
I watched their interaction, feeling a mix of emotions as I took in the warmth and affection they shared. It was a new dynamic for me, and while it was sometimes hard to adjust, moments like this made it a little easier.
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