And whatever I was not getting at home, I made sure I got when travelling. I was disturbed by the feelings I had whenever we met. It did not feel rig...t somehow. She was far too young and a friend of my daughter. Having three daughters meant there was a constant stream of young, and sometimes beautiful, women in and out of our home, and I had never felt that way about any of them. I kept my distance, of course. I never gave her any indication that I felt what I felt. And neither did she, for. .my hot pussy was dripping on his palm..slowely he touched my pussy lips….And massaged it..I was very horny but now a bit afraid & shy face…I said,again uncle “ChoroMujhe ye aap kya kar rahe hai?….” He (uncle Javed)was now literally cupping my spongy tits & kneeding my big ass.He knew now thatI was enjoying his touches & encouraging him by mere words….”choro na”..uncle.. Playing with myStaut nipples, uncle said,”Bol beti accha lag raha hai na tumko? Waise woh mard kaun hai tereSaath beti?” (I. I finally find it, across from a spare bedroom. She and her husband are both sleeping. I sneak into her room, and walk toward a chest of drawers, opposite of the bed. I open the top drawer to find various socks, panties, thongs, and g-strings. I take out a thong and press it to my nose, inhaling, desperate to get a whiff of her, until now imagined, sex. She must be a good house-wife, because her thong is clean, I can't smell any pussy. I walk to the closet and slowly open the door. I am five. I had plans to finish my blackmail scheme using Pam (Charlottes bi sexual fling and confident).Friday night arrived and Charlotte left dressed very nice, new French cut bra, matching thong panties, tight fitting dress, heels and perfect makeup, she said she was going to a "work meeting and church ladies meeting afterwards" (yeah right). I told her if she went out for coffee or anything to be home not later than midnight, I meant it as I did not want the k**s being woke up.She promised to be.