” She stood up and grabbed the desk chair, pulling it over to the bed. When she first broke contact with me, we both gasped, the sense of separation...and loss palpable, but when she took a seat in the chair and placed her hand on my arm, I could feel that she was still experiencing aftershocks from her orgasm.My cock was still rigid, still throbbing, and a small pearl of cum had gathered at the tip. When Angie saw it she leaned forward and sucked it into her mouth, and we both moaned, startled. I am staying at my father's villa in the South of France. I am single and work as a writer for a publicist in London. My mother died of cancer ten years ago, and it took my father a while to get it over it and move on. Six months ago, my father rang me to say that he had met a beautiful woman named Monica Lopez from Scilly and that they'd eloped. Obviously, I was happy for him.So, here I am sitting on a deckchair in the sunshine of Southern France with my father and his beautiful wife. I should. Having had no sleep for a couple of days, I instead opted to take a long nap. Getting there early wouldn't do me any good if my brain couldn't think. I'd need my wits working, and would probably also need a good dose of my knack as well.I drove the van with the Pollock in the back to a nearby parking garage about three blocks from the museum. Too close, but I needed every minute of time. Then I took a city bus four blocks past the museum, crossed the street and took another bus back those few. Dads hands went to Latha’s boobs and he started to press it, she felt the press and she was getting turned on. Dad was kissing and licking her neck and his hands were pressing Latha both boobs tightly.She was moaning ahh ahhhh ahhhh Thiru ahhhh Thiru ahhhhh(Latha was in red flower nighty and dad was in shorts and tee)Latha started to hug Thirukumar’s back, dad was licking her neck now and Latha’s moans became big and loud. Dad’s hands were pressing her boob with good grip and pushed her against.