Appozhuthu naangal avalin arugil sellum pozhuthu enathu nanban avalai irukamaaga katti pidithu mulaiyai kasaki ithazhil lip lock seithaan. Ivan ippadi...seiyum pozhuthu theruvil yavarume illai athanaal avalin kaama aripai konjamaaaga pookinaan.Ivan ithai seiyum pozhuthu rithika ennai kaamamaaga paarthaal naan avalai eekathudan paarthen.Pinbu adutha naal kaalaiyil enathu nanbanuku thulaipesi mulaiyaamaaga oru call vanthathu athai eduthu pesinaan athil rithika enathu veetil yaarum illai endru. I wanted to watch them more than anything. But how?A peephole in the wall? No, hard to do, hard to fix after. Hide in the closet? No way.After I had read that email, I simply could't get the image out of my mind. My naked son, on his knees between Melissa's legs, guiding himself into her for the first time. Yes, and then going like teenagers do, and best of all, watching them both come to orgasm, that most intimate moment a couple shares. I wanted to witness their first.Then, I saw it. Right. Many times she had smiled when she noticed me glaring at her. A few times the lust in her eyes betrayed her professional composure, when I noticed her gazing at me. She had insisted on addressing me as Mr. Renard, rather than by my first name, from the moment we were introduced. The few times I had insisted that she address me as, Gil, she had reminded me that she wanted to keep our work relationship professional. However, her eyes told another story. She was afraid of addressing me by my. I suggested we go home so the wife could get a good night’s sleep. Especially since she isn’t usually up this late on a work night. Plus, I was ready to sleep as well. It was midnight by the time we got home and unloaded the car. My arms were worn out from all the bags. We all slept well that night.Friday morning the wife and Lynn were up early sorting and packing the clothes for her trip. They were matching everything as they went. They were really loud with talking and squealing about how.