She woke up and then with a start woke me and said –‘wear your dress and get her gown too as it was time for shekhar to come’. We dressed up and...then we again kissed. When shekhar came, we all sat together and indulged in some small talks and then I was gone.Now we only had Saturdays for fun and both of us used to eagerly look forward to the Saturdays. Sometimes when I used to get really horny, I used to visit her before going to office, waiting for Shekhar to leave and either she used to suck. She wanted to swallow the whole dick but she would just gag whenever she tried to do so, I picked her up and we made out again, I turned her around a told her to sit down, she sat, and I started to slide her maxi up and started kissing her calf and guided my way up, had to lift her up to get a good view of that clean pussy, I looked up to her and asked “Are you seeing someone else?”. She said, “Nope, you can figure out why I took so long to change”. The woman knew how to drive me crazy, I dived. ‘Oh yeah dad suck on my shaft!’ He stopped sucking on my boxers and I felt him yank them off of me causing my 6 inch uncut shaft to flop upwards onto my lap. Dad stood up slightly, sniffed my boxers, rubbed them over his face and tossed them onto my chest. I grabbed them and mimiced my dad before tossing them onto one of his pillows above my head. Dad then knelt back down at the foot of my bed, grabbed my shaft with his lips and moved it so it was closer to him before he slid it into his mouth. Meanwhile, I couldn’t keep my own hands off his lovely soft face and his short spikey hair, which was the same colour mine used to be when I was a kid, bright ginger. In the subdued light of the lounge, his pale complexion and his large pale grey eyes seemed to accentuate the darkness of his now heavily dilated pupils and I decided it was time to take charge again.But as we stepped outside, we discovered it was pouring with rain; water ran like the rapids across the uneven pavement past the.