The CCTV images from the foyer showed her helping you in at around 10:00pm on Wednesday night, she took you straight up to your room and left immediat...ly.’ ‘And no-one has been in this room other than the housemaid since then?’ ‘We’ll check on that. Do you remember the last time that you spoke with your wife?’ ‘No. According to the news that I’ve just seen on TV, I must have spoken to her on Tuesday night, that is if she was home, but I have no recollection of that at all, in fact I have no. Her face showed nothing, gave no clue. The second guest room, to the right, choice B, yielded the same result. And then, straight ahead, she looked at my bedroom, the master suite.Silently, without her even glancing my way, the corners of her mouth raised in a coquettish smile. Equally silently, my cock leaped to attention, drawing all of the available blood from my brain. The Anvil Chorus was replaced by the exploding, booming cannons of the 1812 Overture, that masterpiece by Pyotr Ilyich. Too tired to even get a stiffy. His penis was raging hard but he could do nothing with it because he could not stand. He wanted to have sex with his daughter Sunshine while she fed from her mother, it was one of his favorite sex things that would get him turned on and he missed her plump, swollen mound and her glistening, sopping wet pink pussy that he use to fuck regularly. As she leaned down to feed from her mother she would shake her ass at Kevin, ensuring her prominent mound and moist slit. Lubing up his finger he inserted it and told me he was going to be more thorough than last year especially since I was having sex back there. He told me to relax and it felt so good when he was moving his finger in and out of me and then back in to tickle my prostrate. I started signing and moaning and he continued to finger me. while telling me how my "pussy" looked good I was taking good care of myself, did any of this hurt and I just continued to moan, seemed like he fingered me forever.