I snickered in my head watching him sweat. If she were to look down she would see me. Doing crazy things, and not being caught in the process is my th...rill. thinking about his wife being in the house made me suck harder.His wife went upstairs to the bedroom, and shut the door. Desmond thrust into my mouth exploding in my throat. My eyes rolled as I swallowed his salty ooze, his ozze reminded me of eating a can of oyster with sea salt. We had been having sex all day.Earlier…“Isha, baby, please I. Again she felt her pussy begin to react.But this time she tried to enjoy it. Why shouldn't she? Why shouldn't she take pleasure in the attentions of an attractive younger man? How was this any different than a man enjoying a lap dance at a strip club?But the relaxation proved short-lived. To her horror, she noticed that her nipples had become rock hard, visibly poking through the sheet.This was unacceptable. It was one thing to lust secretly for some random spa employee; it was quite another. I got a naughty idea. I excused myself from the table and when I came back I sat down next to him where my mom had been. I reached in my purse and took out something and stuck it in his jacket. He frowned a little and stuck his hand in his jacket pocket. His eyes widened."Is that your panties?" He whispered.I whispered back, "I took them off for you Daddy, my pussy is wet."He didn't say a word. I could tell I made his dick hard. That made me smile. I took my time with dinner. I wanted to tease. Jasmi closed her legs squeezing my head in between her legs and then I gave a second lick and then the third. Jasmi relaxed a bit and again opened up her legs. Getting the right chance I stretched her outer wet vaginal lips and opened up the pink shine of her inner vaginal folds; and smooched it, licked it and sucked it. Slowly Jasmi started to respond and widen her legs and lifted her hips to offer the sweet juices of her purity mixed with my saliva. I was tongue fucking her and she was.