I got used to seeing him at our house when I got home, often exchanging a polite hello and he would ask me if I’d had a busy day. Sometimes he would...then leave or they would then continue their conversation. What started to stir my suspicions was recently hearing him call her endearing names such as darling, honey and sweetheart. And say things like ‘you are looking lovely today.’ My wife has told me that both he and his wife have confided in her separately that they don’t have an interesting. Fuck, the feeling of his fingers in my wet slit was electric. His finger parted my swelling lips and smeared my juices all over my clit. “Fuck”, he said as he bent over my crotch, his tongue flickering lightly over my bulging clit. He knew how I liked it. He pumped his cock while he licked and teased my clit. My hips bucked as I rose up trying to get more of my clit into his mouth. “Suck it,” I said gasping. My hand on the back of his head, he took my clit into his mouth as sucked me so. “One can’t help pick up some vulgarities from one’s father.”“Foul, ungrateful daughter.”She sucked in her cheeks, her eyes still sparkling. “Yes, Daddy! Sowwy, Daddy.”He hugged her.The following morning Caroline had breakfast cooked for her by a smiling Penny who was dressed in working clothes. She was delighted and gave Penny a hug and a kiss before leaving no later than usual.Peter drifted in about half an hour later, wished her good morning with a wide smile and open arms. She responded with. Leavingthe panty however luckily was not possible, as real ladies wear theirpanties in style. The movements of the skirt around my waste contributedto my excitement even more.With the wig on my head, heels on my feet and the immeasurable joy of thepencil skirt moving around my legs and waste, I moved forward to thekitchen. Preparing breakfast, making coffee. Cleaning up, doing dishes,vacuum cleaning the breakfast room, it was all part of my new future.At 10.00 Miss Cummings wanted to talk. We.