.I read the text message from my wife and put back the phone in my pocket. Aaron was her son. After living with his father for a few years when he was...a teenager, he came back to his mom’s at the beginning of the summer, as we were living closer to his college.I never had children with my first wife, so kids were not my specialty. Well, he was eighteen, so not really a kid anymore, but still, we barely talked since he was there. I didn't want to be this kind of father-in-law, an old asshole who. .. and I should have listened but at that time I was as ignorant as a new born baby when it came to the way the world worked. I put my backpack on the floor by the door separating the kitchen and the living room. I took a deep breath and pushed through the door. Sitting down at the kitchen table with a box of Kleenex was my dad. ‘Oh no. Now what,’ flashed through my head. “I’m home. Dad what are you doing home? Where’s mom?” I asked without really thinking. “Shadow, come here and have a seat. I. She sucked my juices dry as well as I drank all her juices. She then turned her face and kissed me on my lips. It was so exotic that both of us got to taste our own juices. Deepika was on top of me kissing me all over my face and at times on my lips.I was enjoying this moment so much that I started to run my hand all over her back caressing her ass checks inner thighs. Finally I succeeded in inserting my finger inside her ass hole. She gave a load moan then. I rolled over and came on top of. Paul parked the car and he approached the front door of the attractive detached house. I hung back a little because, not knowing the guy who's party it was, that was clearly appropriate. Paul knocked firmly:"Hi Paul! So glad you could make it, come on in!" said the man who opened the door."And who's this?" he said, looking passed Paul and directly at me. He was already holding out his hand to me and I moved forward to return the shake."I'm .... " I said"Paul didn't say he was bringing a guest".