I unzipped the jeans and shoved my right hand inside the thong. Sitting in this position, my body balance was not so comfortable.To let Victor hear mi...moaning, I put my mouth close to the microphone; but I had to raise on my toes and bend a bit forward, letting my buttocks stick out in the air.I slipped two fingers deep into my soaking wet cunt. I caressed my swollen clit, sensing my increasing wetness condition.I felt really turned on and my moans in the microphone were also driving Victor. After watching the 5:30 show we went for dinner at Moksh in our separate vehicles and that’s when thing went crazy. She was little shady and sultry and it was evident by the way she looked at me. It was clearly evident that she wanted to be fucked, but she wanted me to make first move as our friendship might be ruined.So I asked what’s the plan for tomorrow and to which she said, as her parents are going for a wedding in Kolkata and she needs to take care of her home and a relative will be. He paused to kiss the mammary glands. Donald discarded the panties. We then picked up her body and placed it on the floor in front of the bier. Donald opened his briefcase and produced a camera and a CD player. He quickly snapped a few pictures of his daughter. Putting his camera aside, he of what had been his teenaged daughter. He turned on the CD player and it played a mournful piece of music (organ and violin).Returning to the top Donald lifted the top half of the lid again and unhooked her. ”“Even though you were sleeping with his Dad?” I asked, amazed.Izzy looked even more sheepish.“I’m not sure it wasn’t because I was sleeping with his Dad,” she confessed. “At least, that was part of the attraction at first. But once we’d got together, I realised how different from Tony he was and how really lovely he is.”As another of Tony’s cast-offs, I couldn’t help wondering how deep the similarities between father and son went. Did it include their attitudes to women? Not as far as I had.