The phone refuses toring. I refuse to call her.The doorbell goes instead. RIght on cue."Fuck," I swear, pulling on a pair of floral pyjama bottoms and...leavingmy phone behind to go down to the door, careful not to catch my nails onanything incase they're still wet. The bell rings again, impatiently asI turn on the light to illuminate the gloom. It's not super late, butit's late. After nine last time I checked. I'm so surprised andirritated by having to pull on pants, and answer my door I forget. His cock popped out and was now stroking my pussy bare; his cock pushing my labia apart as his shaft slipped back and forth between my fold. I bit my lip in ecstasy as I arched my back. His hand was now kneading my breast. His strokes were getting longer as eventually the tip of his cock started pressing at my opening before slipping past and back between my slit. I arched my butt more trying to let him poke at my opening more. "Uhh, Dad?" I whimpered."Mhm," he responded."Is he awake? Is. She went up and down on my cock, licking the head the whole time. I gripped the back of her head and pushed it down on my cock slowly. I began fucking her throat, faster with each thrust. Her hair was as smooth as my fingers ran through it; her mouth so wet as my cock had a new home. I began going deeper into her mouth, making her gag but she gripped my ass and just pushed me deeper.Her face was getting red as I fucked her throat deep so I released. “Rahul, such a great cock,” she said. She. Without any warning her headdrops to my crouch and she takes me full in her mouth.She started sucking on it like she was hungry for mycum.I run my hand down the back of her shorts, realizing shenot wearing panties, my hand starts rubbing her pussyfrom the back side. I stick my fuck finger in her pussy,pumping it in and out like a skinny cock. Moans comefrom her as she continues to gobble my hard manhood. Isee her husband watching us, which makes the heat of themoment more intense.I pull her up.