I told her and she thanked me with a smile. I asked her, “What did your husband give you today?”“Nothing. He didn’t give me anything. I gave h...m new sunglasses but he didn’t even give me a chocolate.”“Don’t worry. Maybe he wants to surprise you and he will give his gift in the evening.”“Nope, I won’t get any. I knew him.”The next day, she told me that she didn’t get anything from her husband. So, I went to a shop outside my office to give her chocolates at least. The shop had many imported. With my curiosity peaked, I had to follow, and what happened next will be with me for the rest of my life!There was woman was in our kitchen! A short, big breasted, small assed, skinny woman! I couldn't tell who it was, because her long, grey hair hung down hiding her face, but there she stood, wearing an apron and an old, pastel green, knee length flannel nightie. Her hands were covered in flour, because she was kneading a batch of dough on the table top.What the fuck?!I watched my father. My hands run slowly down my body …to my inner thighs .. I move up caressing my way to the HEAT that you have caused ….I touch myself …..The thin material of my panties is now soaked with the my honey juice …. I slide my fingers between my lips….they are swollen with passion…my clitoris is hard .. and throbbing…I look down at your massive COCK…A tiny bead of pre cum has formed at its head…I move closer to YOU I want to taste it…My tongue flicks out capturing the tiny droplet from the head. Harry liked the feel of Hermione's skin next to his, and of Ron's fingers inadvertently brushing against his nipples while they played with Hermione's, and he knew Ron intended nothing sexual towards him in that simple act, but was a bit surprised at himself when he realized right now he wouldn't care anyway. He supposed that was why it didn't bother him when Ron moved more closely to him from behind, placing a leg on each side of Harry, so that he could better reach Hermione, and Harry could.