After several months of doing this naked hour sessions and we could tell that dad was troubled and when we asked him he replied "I cant bear to lie to...your mother anymore I should tell her, no lies in this family!". Now me and my sister didnt know what to do because we had both toyed with the idea of telling mom ourselves but didnt have the courage or know how to go about it.We gave our ideas out loud while fucking each other over the hour and agreed on a plan. The next friday mom had booked a. I am 6 feet tall with good athlete body. My mother and father used to work and used to come only in the evening at around 6.30 pm.We used to stay in a Colony at Mulund (Mumbai India), one fine day I returned from collage and I saw one truck was unloading one big bed and other house material , I was thinking someone has shifted in our building I was wondering who will be there and suddenly at the entrance of the building I saw one women was standing and good lord she was beautiful like queen. . teasing me … turning me on. She turned, her back now flat to the mattress and she smiled up at me. Reaching out with my hand I made as if to stroke her cheek, but all I felt was the cool cotton of the pillow in the empty space next me. There was no one there. There never was anyone there.She was gone.Life was different now, since that day. I still had my job, my profession if not quite the same level of income. After Red and I had returned from our time in Gran Canaria it had taken me so long. Fire seemed to dance on my thighs and Mrs. Somerset’s lips parted in a delighted pout. God, this was wicked, and even more wicked was the sensation in my loins, where the arousal from earlier was kindled awake again with each painful swat of the riding crop. Snap. Snap. Snap. My head tilted back in a silent, breathless scream, but the closer the hits got to my pussy, the higher my arousal went. Splat. I jerked. The crop had hit just an inch from the top of my pussy-honey covered thigh. “Oh god,.