No clothes could hide her slim body and long flowing brunette hair. She wasn't shouting and screaming at the players like most of the other soccer mum..., she just watched the play.This wasn't the first time he had seen her, far from it. He had been watching her for some weeks now. He knew that after the game she would drop her son off at his father's place and then walk home to be alone for the rest of the day. He had it all mapped out in his mind, if she followed the same pattern today as she. My cock was semi-hard as I tossed my pants across the room and sat down, the burning itch in my groin flared up and my cock went rigid."What a lovely prick." Claire breathed.Smiling broadly my eldest daughter opened her legs to let me gaze at her young pussy, the light down of her pubic hair doing nothing to hide her ripe pussy lips. The blood pounded in my veins and my mouth went dry as I drank in the sight of Claire's pussy, then my eyes went to Lorna, giggling she parted her legs and I. My saree started moving in the air. But I didn’t care about it till I noticed Michael looking at my navel.I quickly covered it, Micheal and I exchanged eye contact. We both laughed. “Hey boss can I talk to you for a minute?” Micheal asked Ramesh. They went outside and talked for a bit. Then Michael came to me and said “Can we talk in private?”I looked at my husband. “Why?” my husband asked Michael.“I didn’t ask you anything, I’m talking to her,” Michael said and looked at me. “Ok,” I said and. "I fully expected that Mr Fredrickson, it won't be a problem I can assure you. I don't feel under threat in any way and I'm sure the boys here will be able to find something to keep them occupied while I'm meeting President Bush," Jamie replied.The wait in the VIP lounge turned out to be just over one and a half hours before the Presidential helicopter arrived and was refuelled. Jamie and his security detail were escorted back out onto the tarmac and over to the LockheedMartin US101. He paused.