..has always fancied me ..hes in his 40s , indian and married . He and my husband work together and now and again we've gone out for meals with s wife...and generally had s good time ....ive always noticed the way s looked at me , and understood straight away that he wanted me ...with hints about what i was wearing and how i looked .....my husband noticed too but as always left it to me ....but dropped hints that s was not always faithful to his wife , who by the way was a boring women and who s. " I looked out the big picture window, where snow was still pelting against it. The snow had started last night. In fact, I saw the first snowflake when we were lining up for our first first-down. It landed on Alex's butt as he got into position to hike the ball. It came down harder and harder. By the second quarter the entire field was white, but it never got bad enough to shut down the game. But it did manage to shut down the airport.I glanced down at Tami beside me, then smiled at her mother. .........Stacey was now jerking around indicating to Lindsey and myself she was on the edge of a other big squirting orgasm. I pulled my cock out and Lindsey rolled stacey on to her back and roughly pulled and pushed the again tearful Stacey until her knees were touching the back of the chair and her pussy and bumhole were directly over her own face. Supporting Stacey's contorted position with her own body Lindsey now pushed two fingers in Stacey's creamy leaking pussy whilst grabbing the tip. Her tears had subsided and she did not move. We both looked up in alarm when the bedroom door opened. I relaxed when I saw Cathy’s head peek in. Mum grabbed a pillow and tried to cover her body with it. “Dad…what’s your dad...where is he” Cathy ignored mum’s questions“Did you do it…did you fuck her?” I just smiled and nodded Cathy slipped in and shut the door behind her. “Was it as good as fucking Vicky” “Better…much fucking better” “How...why…what was so goo…” “What you doing up here.