‘No, there’s a delay. Two more days.’ ‘Might be worth the wait. Could be that we get one more set of pictures to go on.’ She turned and left... before explaining, which was a typical Lisa tease. I watched TV, checked email, then the three of us ate dinner before Lisa left to open the club for the evening. Jessica kept wandering over to the window as if she was waiting for a delivery. The night moved on, closer and closer to the end of the second day. I was researching some info on the web when. I thought of telling my husband and getting him arrested on charges of molesting and attempting to. Whatever, I will not spare that bastard. I thought of killing him. I was still crying and washed my hand thoroughly with the soap. Then I looked myself in the bathroom mirror. Oh why did this happen to me. How can that bastard do this to me? Saala haraami son of a bitch I shouted fuck, fuck fuck. I opened my saree and then my blouse.Thankfully he had not felt my tits. I stood there for a while. I wondered if he would be able to smell Mr. Smith’s musk cologne on my skin, and my excitement that had oozed out of my sex as he practically fucked me there on the dance floor. I could still smell the smoke in my hair and Mr. Smith’s cologne in my nostrils. I said, “I don’t remember that part very well. It was just a little kiss.”He said, “please Hun,” as he spoke I felt the air of his warm breath in my hungry sex.I felt guilty about that nasty delicious kiss, so I decided to change the. Ashley grew more agitated and began thrusting harder against me. She began to dig her nails into my shoulder. “What’s happening Daddy”?I was not sure what she meant until I saw her face grow very intense and she began grinding her pussy against me in short hard motions.. “Honey, you are having an orgasm. You are cumming. Don’t fight it. Just go with it”. I watched as her body grew rigid and she arched her back. I could feel her pussy muscles pulsing around my cock as though she was trying to.