She worked quickly and rarely stopped to examine her body. When she did, she struck a pose and merely glanced at the mirror rather than twisting and t...rning, preening, and peering intently as she usually did. Somehow, she was seeing immediately what she needed to see. When she was done, she started on another one right away."Ben. Ben!"I ran to the bathroom."Ben! Come here!"I opened the door, carefully peeking inside, ready to quickly yank my head out."Come in. Quickly. And shut the door."I. ” he paused and took a couple of thoughtful sips of his Snecklifter. “Yes. Your visitors. We’ll let them stew for tonight. In the morning...” he hesitated, “would you mind leaving us here for a few hours?”I looked at Sally, eyebrows raised. She shrugged. “I think we can trust you,” I said.“Thank you. It’s just ... you’ll probably be happier not to be involved while we ... interview them.”I was not sure I even wanted to know that much. Once we’d settled everyone in bed – one pair (not a couple). Which gave us both a nervous laugh. Karen leaned up against the far wall opposite the shower head. She put one leg up on the side of the tub and with a little pressure on my shoulders...pushed me down onto my knees so I could put my mouth to good use on her. Karen's pussy tasted so good. My only thought was to give her the best oral I could. I rubbed her clit and spread her wings open so I could get the deepest penetration inside of her. I licked and she moaned. Karen played with her wet. But there was one problem. Since I was working, I can’t get leave till the end of her pregnancy. Also, I can’t ask my mum to come and take care of her, as she doesn’t even know about my marriage with Vasanthi.I was getting worried thinking what if something happens when I was not there at home. That too this was a late pregnancy for her, so it was better if someone was there to take care of her.We had a good relationship with our neighbor Meera aunty. She was a 45-year-old, Tamilian woman.