I heard my wife and someone else come into the room and I heard clothes being removed, I realised it must be one of her boy friends and I was going to...hear her being fucked!I felt someone get onto the bed between my legs and they took hold of my cock and balls and they were soon giving me a good sucking, my mind was in turmoil, was I being sucked by her boy friend? They then swivelled round and straddled me, there was no way I was sucking a cock and I started to struggle but it was a hairy. "I would get up and open the door. Then give her a bowl in which she would measure out the required quantity of milk.This routine went on for a couple of months. Then one morning instead of the high, shrill voice of the gualin I heard a sweet musical voice say, "Saab, dhood lelo (Sir, collect the milk)."I got up and opened the door. I saw a beautiful girl of around fourteen years, wearing a loose blouse and a lahenga (long skirt), standing with a big grin on her face. Immediately my cock. Jess was forty years old, a grammar school teacher, active in service to our community, and a happily married woman with two children, a son and a daughter, nearly grown. Her mother, and then I, had raised her as "regular people;" she had no idea that I was her father. We were very close, but I had no reason to believe that she would have been anything but horrified to have known who I really was to her and how I now desired her. I was half mad with despair, very much afraid that I might do. False promises. 
’How can you actually be sure?’ Even though his face was now buried in the nape of my neck, I could feel him smile. ‘I don’t know, I just am.’ Using logic in even the most intimate of moments was my specialty, and I was glad it amused him instead of making him annoyed. He began kissing my neck gently, traveling in the downward direction. My back arched a little. He lifted me up slightly and slid his hands around my upper back, which consequently made the rest of his body press.