“Thanks. Wake me when you come to bed.” She dropped her robe on the chair and got into bed naked. Actually, she hadn’t planned on going to sleep..., and he didn’t give her a chance. He was stripped, in and out of the bathroom, and on his way to bed in what seemed like a minute.“Turn off the heater, will you?” she asked. The temperature comfortable for sitting still practically naked getting your hair brushed was too warm for sleeping under a blanket. She didn’t even have the blanket turned on that. "Please Father. Don't stop!" She moaned as her hips ground into my face. She took my right hand and brought it up to her heaving breasts. They are exquisitely beautiful. Small but full. I cupped one in my hand. The intensity of the feeling is almost overwhelming! Her nipples nearly burn my palms! "Use your other hand, Father! Like I did" she coaxes, giving me little time to think, to stop!My left hand reached under her buttocks, slid upward, to the entrance to her pussy. She pulled my head up. She completed dressing up wearing a very beautiful salwar suit, one that I love the most. I was waiting what was gonna happen next, will the man come? Will Kavitha do those things with him? Is she really cheating on me? Or maybe there is no man, my mind was fighting a battle with my heart.With the question coming and going every second, the door bell rang. Here it is, the time I was waiting for, now I will finally know who that man was. Kavitha moved to the other hall to open the door. I. Discarding the empty cardboard, I helped her spread the pudding over her legs and rubbed it into her cunt, but she soon asked me to open the second carton. As I did so she pulled her socks and knickers back on, and after I'd poured a little custard into them, her shiny black buckle shoes, forcing the stuff to ooze out down the sides, sticking to her socks as it did so. She stood up and buttoned her shirt before allowing me to pan around her. I thought she looked incredibly sexy, from the hair.