She knew then what her answer of ‘ok why not’ might mean to him!They walked to the car and drove the short distance to his bungalow where he lived...alone.They walked in and he took her coat leaving her wearing a lilac blouse, knee length black skirt with black stockings/suspender belt/panties, underslip and a black bra underneath.He took his jacket off leaving him wearing a check shirt with cord trousers.He asked how she took her coffee and then went off to the kitchen to make it. She sat down. I will go to him.” My heart was racing as I heard this. Things were happening too fast, but they were things that I wanted to happen.Before I could react to what Shabana said, she got up from her seat and came over to me. She reached for my cock under my pants and started caressing it right away. Then she unzipped my pants. By this time my cock had become erect and was throbbing in her hands. She moaned with pleasure to see my nine inch rock hard cock and proceeded to take it in her mouth. She. Jonathan was sporting a wicked grin and Rani gave us a quick smile before using the covers to wipe her face and then snuggling up. We then all dropped off. I was the last to get up the next day and saw the two women nursing cups of tea while Jonathan was busy at the cooker making some breakfast. I got up, slipped on some clothes and looked around seeing if I could catch the mood of the room. Everyone was acting normally and I soon felt that clearly no-one had mentioned the night time. In fact, if I am right, it would make you even hornier. I wish one day I get a chance to witness that too.With dad gone, you have nothing to fear anymore. You can become who you truly are. A sexy, wanton slutty whore who needs more than anything else, to be fucked like a bitch on all fours. Doesn't matter where, or who or when. I just want to be able to watch every moment of it. In addition to being a sex addict, I will make you a cum addict too. I will cum in your milk bottle, the one you use.