Then onwards, his touches become very regular. When no one was at the office, he used to hug me or press my boobs or pinch my hips. I have never got t...is kind of love from my husband and I wanted more of it from Kumar.On Saturdays, we used to give leave to all the employees and we alone will keep talking for half a day. During that time, we used to kiss each other. He used to grope my boobs, insert his hands into my saree and touch my pussy and finger it. Whenever he used to finger me, he makes. "Can you spare me a few minutes, Mike?" Sure, Mr. Ferguson."Once ensconced in his home office, Mr. Ferguson came right to the point."Are you sleeping with my daughter, Mike?"The question came out of nowhere for Mike and he hesitated for a few moments before doing the only thing he could – tell the truth. Looking him straight in the eyes and colouring slightly, said "Yes, sir, I am." Well, you're honest, at least," he paused, "you'll appreciate that's not something the fathers of most daughters. She came up stroking me still, kissed me passionately, and whispered for me to put my hand up her dress. I gently put my hand on her leg and said, "we're almost there, can you wait?" She nodded and bent back down to suck me. I pulled to a complete stop and let her finish her work. She took all of my cock in her mouth when I felt the urge to cum. I took my cock out of her mouth and moved the party to the very back of my car where I have the seat put away. She lay down right under me, still fully. She stood up and walked away, talking animatedly.Sally and Mila looked at me, and I looked back at them. There was a long silence before it was broken when Sally asked me, “Is it as serious as Zoe thinks?”I held out my empty coffee mug, and Mila topped it up.I thought about my answer and then said, “It could be. I know that her religion is an important aspect of her life; you know how she loves it when we join her in church on a Sunday. We had a long discussion about our different approaches to.