It went on like that for a few seconds beforewe walked out of shot, my hand in his. We looked like a pair of lovers ora father with his sissy son.That...wasn't how it had happened, somehow the video had been edited, yetit appeared so real, if I hadn't been there, I would have believed everysecond of it.The screen flickered once more, it was obviously not the end. The videocontinued showing us arriving back from the store, getting to my car,together, still hand in hand, him one handed pushing the. She must sense that i am naked, She must be able to feel my cock as it presses against Her groin, so She tenses, and whimpers again. Was that "Please"? It would be so easy to lift Her skirt, and take her. She's only inches away, the prize. i can imagine, my thighs against hers, my hands on Her buttocks and my cock engulfed by her, our bodies in rhythm. Again, i deny myself but... surely a little pleasure? i lift Her skirt until She is exposed to me, my left hand presses against Her now bare. She was looking so sexy and could turn any man on. My FIL wore a jacket. While going down on our way to the lift we met two guys and when the saw us they jaw dropped and we both passed them a smile and they could not keep their eyes off us.We decided to go to Hauz Khas and Raghav drove us. My MIL sat next to Raghav and I sat next to FIL on the backseat. My FIL went on me like a madman and started rubbing my pussy over my dress and I asked not to kiss me as it will crew up the makeup. Meanwhile. It was a neighbourhood with big posh houses and sterling hotels and restaurants. One in which I lived though, resembled more to a haunted villa. It was crumbling and in terrible need of repairs our landlord mr sharma (name changed) used to live downstairs with his wife, their kid, and his mother. He was the most useless piece of shit I ever saw. He was unemployed and fooled around every day. His wife was a lawyer working under some senior high court lawyer. She was in her early 30’s.And in.