It was late in my senior year before I got up the courage to actually ask her for a date. I had the use of our old car now, of course I could drive, I...had been driving farm machinery since I could reach the pedals. I scrubbed and scrubbed that day, dressed up in my best clothes. My mother came out beaming, telling me I looked ‘so handsome’. ‘Danny, Sarah will really be pleased.’ she told me. ‘Sarah? I’m not going out with Sarah, I have a date with Patra.’ Mom looked surprised. ‘Oh! I just. She leaned back against my chest as I massaged her soft breast with one hand, the other cupping her cunt with a finger buried deeply. A bite of her lovely neck was all it took to send her reeling into orgasm. She gritted her teeth and hissed and her body shook and quivered with its ecstasy.I continued to stimulate her as she went through another spasm of delight. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, " That was the nicest thing anyone's done for me in a long time. She moved around to face. She would demand to know why you are not jealous. Show her that you love her and anything that she likes is always pleasurable for you. Make her talk about her old boyfriends, the sex with them, how good or bad was that. Put a question that if she is free of consequences would she want to experience it again. Once these kinds of talks are repeated for some nights she will start suspecting something fishy. This is a tricky situation in which the wife will assume that you are having an affair and. His hand cupped one of them and my nipple disappeared in his mouth. I moaned as he sucked on it, biting gently. I kept moaning and felt the wetness drenching my panties. One of my free hands intruded between my legs to caress my clit from on top of the cloth. “Does Robert know?” I shook my head in denial. Not really a lie. But I didn’t want to spoil the moment with the truth. “I always knew you were a naughty girl. With your skimpy outfits and all the boys, you hang out with.” “Daddy....” .