She would talk about hair coloring or something inane with both knew was of no importance. But, just when my mind had pushed fucking her to a back bur...er for a second, she would grab my cock and squeeze, saying something like “are you going to fuck my ass with that big cock of yours?” or “Davy, I need you in me so much.”You can see why my mind never left the thought of her in my bed.We were still east of Eisenhower Tunnel when the car phone rang.“It is Mom for you,” she said, handing me the. I took a left and slowed down the car near school gate. Sheetal who was chatting with her friends saw the car, started moving towards the gate from the school. She hopped into the car without saying anything. I drove the car in the regular route. It has been almost a month since I got used to this routine.Sheetal is almost a teen now but do possess some small girl’s characteristics. She somehow used to me as an alternative to her mother who is a divorcee. Since I have no role of replacing a. After some time I peeped in the door of their bedroom. I was shocked to see such a view. Mom was sitting in dads lap and they both were kissing each other very passionately. I felt a little embarassed to see my parents like this so thought of going back to my room. But the evil in me forced me to watch further. I stayed there and saw the whole scene.After that, mom got up and started to striptease and seduce dad by slowly putting her top off and unbuttoning her jeans. But dad stopped her and. At the age of forty-five, he was an incredible stud who liked sex in all its forms with girls and women of all ages and type. He had even told Sister Leslie about a secret trip to a boy’s seminar. This escapade nearly got him defrocked but he got away with it as usual. He got away with it because he had plenty of sordid information to blackmail his accusers with. For the past ten minutes though, Sister Leslie and The Bishop had been indulging in one of their favourite games of mutual.