I gradually stopped masturbating; fantasizing and everything that I thought would be good before. In the meanwhile, my relationship with the house own...r was growing. After that incident, I never showed my face to Kavitha for about a month. Then at times, I would catch glimpses of her walking up and down in her balcony talking to her daughter over the phone or else shouting at some one or the other. She was cruel. Beggars avoided the house altogether. But at times, I would see men walking into. I figured him taking my slutty wife in all imaginable positions and coming inside her gushing wet warm pussy, at least three or four times during a very long time fucking.I wondered if he had her on all fours onto our own marital bed and if he had sodomized my delicate Ana with his huge black cock…I jerked myself as I had these naughty thoughts; until I finally could not help but add my own cum to those fresh white stains…I said fresh… and I was right; these stains were still fresh and. “Now its time to showyou what I been telling you for weeks.”Linda dragged Donna to a nearby chair and over her laplike a kid. Before Donna could do anything about it,she started spanking her ass in earnest.“Who’s ass is this,” Linda yelled down at her slappingin succession.Donna was screaming in agony as the blows were landingquickly on her sore ass. Being humiliated in front ofher own son, she fought to try to keep her mouth shutbut the pain was too. There was Dad sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee.“Jesus, Dad! You scared the shit out of me.”He smiled up at me.“Not literally, I hope.”I laughed, I really enjoyed the silly banter when it was just the two of us.“Nearly, it was a close call.”After the initial shock wore off and my heartbeat returned to a somewhat normal level, I noticed there was something different about Dad. It took me a moment to put my finger on it but once I did it really surprised me. He looked relaxed. He.