The wife is about 40 years of age and had dark bright skin. Her boobs always enchanted me.Her blouse barely cover her boobs, when she mop the floor da...ly at 8 am. I saw the show from the crack of my closed door.Also record it for memory.I often imagine cuddling with her, while masturbating.The daughter was a cute simple girl.She was a teacher at a coaching centre.I never got courage to talk to them.But one day god took pity on my situation.On one particular holiday, After doing my daily chores,. I was not going to enlighten Julian about his wife. If I had done that there would be no way it would end well. But it was extremely uncomfortable to be around the guy now, knowing what I did about Biff/Hannah.I finished the project and brought it in as Christmas-time approached. I was trying to get out of the building before Julian found me. But, they must have called him when I got there. He was waiting with the usual gregarious smile plastered on his face. He said, “Beer buddy?” I thought,. I was that aware of how I was standing! "It's okay to look. I've been stared at by at least half the school at this point," I reminded her.She was blushing. "Oh, okay - uh - sorry. Your staff - uh, stuff - is in the kitchen."Ignoring her Freudian slip, I advanced down the stairs. "Thanks."Then I had to stop, because she was still blocking the bottom of the stairs."Sorry," she apologized again, getting out of the way."It's okay, squirt," I assured her, turning toward the kitchen. She was still. She whimpered slightly at the electricity of his finger tips and cried out as his fingers pushed against her clit, pushing her legs apart he squeezed and twisted her wet throbbing clit between his fingers as he kissed her. a deep passionate kiss, his tongue rolling into her mouth as he slid his hand up her body, squeezing her breasts, squeezing her neck tightly as she rolled her hips up against his abs. Begging him to fuck her. He moved powerfully, exactly as advertised, steadily, purposefully..