I sneaked a look down between her thighs and caught sight of her perfect shaven pink pussy, barley controlling myself as I walked up and sat next her....She put her delicate hand on my leg stroking it gently and sliding slowly up towards my bulging package. Then she grabbed my rock hard cock through my trousers with force. “Oh my! That is hard!” She said as she massaged my straining rod. “I think it needs to get out!” She said as she looked up seductively at me. She pulled at the belt on my. Although Shikha liked it, she pulled away from my hand. But I kept it again and this time, she did not show any resistance.I kept kissing over her whole face like mad. Then I delicately pushed Shikha on the bed and lay over her, putting my whole weight on her. My dick was throbbing hard and touching her thigh, which felt like a peel of a banana – very slippery and soft.I adjusted myself and kissed behind her ears and it was when I heard a soft pleasure of moaning saying, “I love you, Ayush.”I. That went with the territory. Hubby was in Rotary and played tennis on Sundays in the summer. Their social life was not much more than regular dinners and coffee mornings with very similar couples in their area. Joan had got to know Sandy, one of the main girls in the Blackburn set up. Sandy was about 5 years younger and how they got to know each other goodness only knows. I never found that out, but Sandy and Joan would meet up for coffee (normally that meant a glass of red) once or twice a. From that day on, I learned that my father could be very cruel when he was denied what he wanted. Most times though, he kept his true face guarded by a charming and gentle exterior. He honestly reminded me of the old story of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Odd as it was, father had been treating me quite well lately. Of course, that really only served to make me wary. I have come a long way in overlooking his past, though. After all, if it were not for him, I would have never met and married.