Throughout the meal, we continued to have a great conversation, that was hardly about business at all. Alyssa and I clicked on a personal level, shari...ng childhood memories and experiences of growing up. Despite growing up in totally separate ways, I felt a real connection with her, and that she understood and felt what I had gone through without a father, and I think I understood her struggles growing up in a world like Hollywood.Towards the end of the meal, Alyssa returned the conversation. And I could hear very well what was going on. But that only went on for about three or four months and then it just stopped. And as far as I know mom had not been with another man since. And my mom is a looker, tall, blonde, pert tits, nice ass and cute face. She is pretty funny too. And to see her laying on the bed rubbing one out. Then I wondered if it was mom watching me? Or just my imagination. A couple nights later I again went to have my happy time. This time I was watching and listening. Strictly monogamous, we have an active sex life, full of many games and scenarios we like to indulge in, and definitely full of love, passion and intensity. Last night was certainly full of passion and intensity. I’d worked the lunch shift and gotten home about 3pm, enough time to shower, do a bit of housework, and get dinner started for when Daddy would arrive home about 5pm. I was checking on the readiness of a scalloped potato dish I was making when Daddy came home. ‘Where’s my gurl?’ he. He asked me, “What was going on?” I narrated the incident to him as to how I was sick and threw up on my saree and had cleaned it.He asked if I was fine now and if I needed any help. He started walking towards me. He picked up my blouse and said, “It is still wet and it has to dry.”The watchman told me to spread my saree on the bench as it will dry faster. I was semi-naked once again and he could see my cleavage and my boobs. I was starting to get aroused. I noticed his crotch and found that he.