When I go to drop her home, I’d prefer to be seated in their house at least for some time till Namitha bhabhi changes her dress as she wears a skirt...and t-shirt at home. Till then I’d pretend like I’m playing with their kid.The only thing I do when I’m at her place is, take open a newspaper and check out her assets with a dropping jaw and drooling. Days passed by and my lust went on building and reached a state where I could no longer stand. I used to grab her top which was put for wash and. “His Lordship’s daughter just rang,” he said. “She needs a lift home, Can you get her do you think?” “She’s in town, twenty one A Braithwaite Street.” “Look I got lectures first thing and how’s she going to like being fetched in my Mini?” I asked.He sort of pleaded, “Well your rooms are about a mile from her and I’m twenty five miles away, and I have a six thirty start myself, are you sure you can’t help?”“OK,” I agreed. That was the trouble, dad was his Lordships chauffeur and got treated. Maybe I was just too horny after today’s incident.It was now night time, everyone retired to their own bedroom at around midnight. And guess what? Another power-cut. The house was completely silent again, not a single sound. I got up to open up my windows and my door so that there was some cross ventilation and I don’t have to die in my own sweat.To my surprise, again, for the second time today, I was hearing the moans. God knows what had gotten into my father. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t see. I know it's coming. I am going to get a major, nasty fucking tonight.The rest of the evening went well just like it always does. Her, bitching at me or the kids, the kids bitching and yelling back, the Mother-in-law is passed out on the couch, and not going home. Just your typical day in paradise. Nine o'clock rolls around and I make the kids go to bed. I tell the wife I am going to go take a shower and give her my best "do you want to join me look." She never came in and after washing my hard.