Really good. I kept at it, just enough to keep myself hard until I heard the water turn off. Then carefully put it away and did my pants up again.“B... up in the attic for a bit,” she said, standing in the doorway, this time dressed in a tie-dyed halter dress that showed off a wide expanse of stomach and shoulders, not to mention leg.“Want some help with the ladder?”“Think I got it. Back in a while.”She turned her back to me. The halter was more or less backless. A single tie behind her neck and. I struggled to keep his pace, tears streamed down my face as s**ttered moans somehow escaped me from around his shaft. A strong, musky scent of stale pussy and cum emanated from the base of his cock wafting into my nostrils and I immediately knew from all the times I had sniffed my daughter’s panties that he had fucked my daughter that morning. The thought brought me to a new sexual high. Suddenly, two fingers from his left-hand probed into my now spent pussy. Fervently, he finger fucked my. The landlord was a Tamilian fellow named Selvaraj, who was working in Air-India as an Asst. Supervisor (Maintenance). He had a lovely wife and two kids. My friend was quiet close to the family and he used to have dinner at their place often. My friend and Selvaraj used to have drinks together. The day I reached there, we had a big party that night.My friend opened a bottle of Black Label and Selvaraj’s wife Gauthami made chicken curry. Since I was a teetotaller I only enjoyed the delicious. I saw the shape of her pussy lips through the thin material of her thong.Also I could see the dark shadow of her pubic hair and I ached to put my face down and lick her, suck her, taste her and make her cum like I wanted.She put her hand down and gently stroked the front of her thong. “Do you like to see me rubbing myself, Anita…?” She asked me.Before I could say a Word, that bitch continued teasing me:“Would you like to feel how wet I am now, Anita...?” She insisted.I gasped feeling totally.