She seemed to be cumming forever, the fluids gushing out onto my heavy balls beneath and over my hand skewering into the crevice of her ass-cheeks.She...gave one long low moan, splaying her legs high into the air and as wide apart as they would go to give the still rapidly cock even greater access. She thrust her loins up at me with superhuman force, screwing herself up hungrily on the thick pumping shaft. Juices flowed still from her quivering vagina as her nostrils flared in passion-then one. Camilla came in while we were doing that and she immediately seemed more than a little sceptical about the whole thing. Irene assured me that she was just shy and would warm to me soon enough, but it actually never happened. She remained reserved, aloof even, and when her two sisters tentatively referred to me as "Dad" or "New Dad", Camilla scornfully rejected the idea. I was NOT her dad, new or otherwise.And for some reason, that I never understood, her hostility was most evident when I was. She dragged me in and hugged me tightly. A few seconds later, I responded to her hug by embracing her tight.The door was still open while we continued our hug. I broke the hug, closed the door, looked at her, and smiled.“How do you like my dressing today?” Shruti asked and continued to say, “I dressed for you, Nik.”“Oh my! Shruti! You know… I am…You are… I don’t know…” I stammered.“It’s ok,” she cooled me as she guided me to the couch.”Sameer has found a companion in a colleague from his work.. " She had been cleaning the newspaper's offices for over 40 years. I think that's the only reason management tolerated her eccentricity. I found her quirkiness refreshing."Either that, or he's got something stuck up his ass," she added, an absent look on her face.I bit back a laugh and walked out the door.The Arena was packed even for the middle of the day, and parking had been a bitch. I brushed a lock of shiny, blonde hair behind my ear and adjusted my bra. I'd changed clothes before heading.