Sneaking into my pickup without having to chat with the neighbors was always a chore. It was a sprint to say the least. But I did it. There was no opp...rtunity between my place and his to dress so what the hell, the possiblility of being caught made it all that much hotter anyway.So I left the house in a skin tight black dress, barely long enough to cover my ass and cock, black stockings, long blond wig and garter and knee high stripper boots.Here I am driving down the road in my dress with a. She was bubbling with delight, darting around him, a daddy's girl in her element. She smoothed his shirt and adjusted his tie and handed him his jacket. By the time, my hair was dry and falling in a curly delight down my face, my husband was looking sharp.James Bond sharp.“Oh, Daddy, you're making me so wet,” moaned Sam. “I can be your naughty intern. You can soak your cigars in me and smoke me.”“Aren't you a little young to know about that?” I asked, remembering back to my youth in the 90s.Sam. I looked at 2000 note in my hand and then looked into his eyes, “It’s ok, tum muje prostitute ki tarah treat kar sakte ho. Tumne paise diye hai toh me agle ek ghante ke liye me tumhara prostitute hun”. Pandya looked at me in astonishment. I was feeling very sexy and slutty myself. My panty was already wet. Next he started pressing my ass then took me near sofa and made me to bend on it so that he can look at my ass nicely. He shifted the string of my panty passing over my asshole on my left ass. I am a regular reader of erotic stories all over the net but never expected that i would have any story to share with all you friends.This all started when i was studying 15th. A family of 3, parents and daughter moved into our immediate neighborhood. The girl sruthi joined in a womens college in our city. I sometimes used to talk to her but could never say she was my friend. Just hi/hello type. She was a bit egoistic. And about her physique she’s slim, fair, having well shaped breasts (hey not.