No, I don't think I should feel so guilty.Erica was at home now. She was finished with her classes and final grades were all turned in. Emma's academy...would begin the next week. I noticed that Emma was not going outside to tan anymore. I assumed that she had reached the perfect tone for her. I was sure she hadn't stopped just because her mother was home during the day now.But I must admit, if I am honest, that I did miss the times she was outside on the patio. I would often gaze out the french. What the hell Sandra wanted to do about the divorce was up to her, but I would settle for irreconcilable differences. I couldn't see any advantage in hanging out our dirty washing. Derek tried to persuade me that I was being a bit premature. That I should wait and talk to Sandra, but the look I gave him made him drop that idea.I went home, packed my stuff and left the letter from the clinic on the hall table where Sandra would find it when she came home on Wednesday evening. Then I drove to the. She asked me to fuck in doggy style.She closed the windows and stood by the platform. I grabbed her from behind and started fucking her hard. She was shouting very loudly. That noise woke my mom and she was shocked to see us fucking.She shouted, “Geeta what is this? You are fucking my son in the kitchen and shouting. You should do this in bed.” Geeta spoke in a soft voice, “Bhabhiji, Mina was sleeping on the bed and Tina in the balcony. I wanted to relieve myself before starting my day, so I. I then thrust two of my fingers into her wet opening and started to massage her G-spot with harder and harder motions. I then teased her clit with my tongue. I curled my tongue and lapped her clit while my fingers massaged her forward vaginal wall in rhythm, her moans increasing in intensity with my every move. I finally started sucking on her button, which was by now quite erect, this sent her into a series of orgasms as I intently stroked her G-spot. I withdrew my fingers and licked them.