This continued for about a month until it was time for me to leave.On my last day, Faiza took me to the terrace and stripped me naked. We had sex for ...he last time. I enjoyed her red hair, dark face for the last time. This time we were having sex in broad daylight.While leaving, Faiza asked me to drop her daughter, Fatima to Delhi. She was studying there and had come back for the wedding. I took Fatima along with me to Delhi. On the way, Fatima kept telling me that she wanted to fuck me like. My wife didn’t even spoke to raghu. Even he was unable to speak or make an eye contact to her. He didn’t even dared to look at her. All the time his head was down. She was silent and serious. The only person who is speaking is rakesh. He is the only person who doesn’t the nights developments. Even I tried to keep quite. After the breakfast I left to office dropping my sons at their school. While in the car even Rajesh and I didn’t speak to each other. After dropping them I was in no mood to go. Instead all I could see was the Glaslyn valley and a sheet of cloud. Porthmadog was sitting sulking in the last of the winter afternoon's light at the other end of The Cob. I looked along the causeway that the road shared with the narrow gauge railway that once hauled slates down from the Ffestiniog quarries to the coast and now hauled tourists. There wasn't another car in sight.I drove on across the Cob and through Porthmadog, past Criccieth with its castle overlooking Tremadog Bay. It seemed. Ooh, this feels wonderful. Ive never been so filled up in my life. It does feel wonderful darling. Youre cunt is so tight. I love the pressure on my penis, her dad said. Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard, Karen sighed. And they did. Karen moved up and down on her fathers pole, making sure it never totally slipped out of her tight slit. Karen continuously had numerous little orgasm raving through her body. While Karens cunt got devoured by her fathers dick time and time again, I ripped off my cloths.