“Aahh Suraj rukna mat please.”All this was only making me harder for her but suddenly the doorbell rang and I froze. It was just her son. She aske... me to act normal and behave like nothing happened.It was very difficult for me as my dick was ready to tear my underwear and make its way to her hairy pussy. I went to the washroom to clean my mouth and she was also attending to her son.I went outside and met my nephew and was talking to him for 5 minutes and then asked my bhabhi to take her to. Mistress adds pink plastic pants, and white padded pants over that. I cannot close my legs, so thick is the package over my crotch. Wonderful. Mistress then points towards all the lovely clothes and things she assembled. ‘Dress up time’, she coos. Pink fishnet stockings, with an open crotch for my diapers. eLayer after layer of pink petticoats. On my feet, light pink, padded baby slippers. Mistress helps me stand up. I waddle like a duck over to a clothing rack filled with the frilliest,. ‘And that it isn’t collapsing under us.’ ‘Hah,’ I offered lamely. You continued describing things that you see around the room. ‘There’s a vase of sunflowers on the chest of drawers by the window. Not mine. I don’t even have a window there. The corner table is mine. Even has all my junk on it. My necktie was on the bedside table. I kinda left it there because I was in a hurry to leave for work yesterday and didn’t put it away. The bedside table must be yours though.’ You paused for a couple of. Had she heard him coming home? Was she waiting for him? With one extremely athletic move, he pulled off his T-shirt, grabbed his cock, jumped on the bed and entered his wife. She was sopping wet and he entered her easily, pumping into her hard.Maureen awoke with a grunt. There was a large cock thrusting in and out of her. She opened her eyes and her and her father locked gazes! "Oh fuck!" Her father said. "I thought you were your mother!" Oh shit!" Maureen yelled. "Oh shit that feels good dad!.