She was petite and had an awesome figure. Even though she had a bit dark complexion, her skin looked very smooth. I was just staring at her sitting on...my bed. The best part was that she was not wearing her dupatta while cleaning the room. So, when she bent down to sweep and mop the floor, I could see her awesome cleavage.I also have a bathroom attached to my room and if I sit on the bed, I could easily see inside the bathroom. I would sit and stare at her when she would bend down to clean the. She explained that their house also did not have electricity. After wasting another 45 minutes in trying to figure out the issue, we found that it will take atleast 10 hours to restore the power.I asked her to stay at our house with her k**s. She was shy at first but agreed. I took them to my flat and on seeing the AC in the bedroom both the k**s wanted to sleep there. I had no other option but to sleep in the couch as a refugee in my own house. Little did I know how that decision would turn. Every inch of her tasted of sweat and passion. I have always loved her feet. I started with the soles. Licking every inch of them. Being driven wild by her struggle as my rough tongue tickled her soles. I let my tongue roam to her toes. I sucked on them much like she had just done my cock. I didn’t stop until I had kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled on every part of her wonderful feet. I moved my mouth up her legs until I reached her thighs. I used my mouth on every part of them moving in. I had no idea that a pantyboy could enjoy his "daddy's" big cock in thepantyboy's "pussy" so much.I guess I had already known that Mr. Hardwood wanted to do all thosethings with me.The question was, what did I want?After all that cumming, I was exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep.But at least I had the good sense to clean myself up before I went tobed and had to explain cum-drenched sheets to Mom.I began to wonder, though if that would surprise Mom all that much.I washed out my stockings.