Mostly we spend all the Sunday at his home, playing cards, etc. Shakeel family has not too big, his wife neelam and three children. My regular visit m...de me there like a family member. Even neelam washed and iron my cloths.One Sunday I went to met Shakeel. I rang a bell. Neelam opened the door, she recived me eagerly. We went in the house. Neelam asked me to sit in a living room. There was no one at home. I asked about Shakeel. Neelam told me that he has gone to village an emergency to handle. A young and attractive electrician was working at the house and, well, one thing led to another and they wound up in bed for over an hour. She felt so bad about it and she told me what happened and apologized over and over. I couldn't help myself, even though I knew that it was wrong, I pushed forward as my little Sue pushed back. I slid easily into her. Although she was tight, she was also very wet and hot. Now, here I was, cheating on my wife with my daughter. I have always been one to. Suddenly she reached down to squeeze my balls, her eyes went into that thousand yard stare and her moan announced her orgasm. As her juices soaked me, I responded, my creamy love sauce spurting up into her, one, two, three throbs and half of a fourth.Debbie collapsed on me, our mouths connected for a loving kiss. We lay there for a minute or two before it was time to finish our coupling. She lifted herself off of me and knee-walked up my body until her pussy was over my mouth. She sank down and. ” “Hmm. Well, we’ll have to do something about that,” he cocked an eyebrow. “But after dinner.” He tossed me my robe and then grabbed my hand. “Right now, follow me.” “Where to?” “You’ll see.” He led me outside to the backyard where the maple tree stood over Paul’s surprise. Spread in its shade was one of Grandma Pearl’s quilts. It was topped with the makings of a feast. A pitcher of lemonade and two Dixie cups were perched in the middle of an old TV tray, while plates and napkins for two sat.