Rhonda thought back to all that had happened in their lives. She thought of her father's confession and his night in bed with Jeannie and she recalled...his confessed lust for her. Then she thought of her own sexual feelings and how she thought of his cock while she masturbated.Suddenly Rhonda heard her own voice and she was surprised, "Dad? I..." she was looking him directly in the eye, "We ... er, we don't have any choice ... do we?"Dick gulped. He stared at the youngster. There was no mistaken. He said it with such tenderness and such longing that Fatima didn't mind. Normally, she would've protested, but something about Irfaan made her want to please him. she wanted to be whatever he wanted. She secretly wanted to be dominated by this man in more ways than one and this realization deeply excited her."I think that kettle is overflowing,"Irfaan said with another chuckle, and Fatima's eyes snapped open. She switched off the tap and left the kettle in the sink, not wanting to move, for. When I gently sucked her clitoris into my mouth as I flicked my tongue over her sensitive nub she could not hold back. Her whole body tensed as she moaned and softly whispered”Carol I’m cumming, God that feels good, don’t stop, don’t stop”. She arched her back and her whole body tensed as she climaxed. I continued gently making love to her until she fell backwards on the bed. She lay next to me breathing heavily and then slowly calmed down. We lay together in a warm embrace when June rolled. It was very dark there, but I heard some voices…I looked under the cars and saw just some pairs of shoes.Then I walked closer. Looking again under the cars I saw two sets of trousers down around ankles with my wife's black stilettos between them…I recognized her dark green dress was now in a bunch on the ground.Then I came closer and I could hear the guys talking softly and a hint of her slurping, sucking sounds. I crawled in between the cars and finally saw all of them.My lovely wife was.