We continued chatting, and I was surprised to find how easy it was to talk to her, and how intently she listened. A couple of times I caught myself j...st gazing at her while she ate. In no time at all, we found that we were finishing dessert. “Did you have other plans for tonight?” Jen asked tentatively. “You can take me back home if you want. I don’t want to spoil the rest of your evening.” I dismissed that thought with a wave of my hand. “Forget it,” I. I quickly told her it was a new cologne I had just boughtbut she insisted it was a "ladies scent." It's totally something I would use," she insisted. "It's nice."I thanked her for the compliment. She didn't know how happy it made mehearing that. Don't ask me why but I get such a thrill from themgetting close to revealing my secret. Or maybe they already know?Flash forward a couple of weeks and all the girls were chatting abouttheir Halloween costumes and what they were thinking of wearing. I sank in, she groaned deeply and then cried:“O god, now - now I am being screwed, o fuck, fuck,” and she began to move with her pelvis. As I myself began to poke, she answered each puff with a groan, then a cry and then with a roar. Her melons swung back and forth as I could see in the great mirror of her armoire. Her mouth was open, the eyes closed - I saw she was enjoying. I think, she had orgasms one after the other many times, not because I fucked her good, but from her own horniness.After. I guess we all knew from the start that Kabul was a bit of a shady character, and had his fingers in various slightly criminal pies. Dad said he'd had no choice, the way things were, but to get a large loan from Kabul, and intended to pay it back when he could. However, we also knew that Kabul fancied my Mum. This may have been the main reason Kabul ever bothered doing business with Dad in the first place, i.e. so he could get close to my Mum. [She at the time often accompanied Dad to business.