" said a familiar voice.Erica, now pale as a ghost, turned to see her husband Victor sitting in his recliner in the corner of the unlit living room. "...I..." "I..." she stammered."Don't" warned Victor."It was just the one." she lied. "I've just been so stressed with work and all that stuff with my sister. I figured one wouldn't hurt and maybe it would help the with the stress."As Victor rose from his recliner a beam of light from the window illuminated his features slightly. Erica could tell by. I sighed and my eyes rolled for a moment into the back of my head while a small wave of euphoria swam down into the center of my pelvis. “Okay you two, wrap it up, we got to get going!” Daddy announced loudly and walked out of the room saying nothing more. I didn’t know if I did something wrong or what. I looked back and forth between Tam and Daddy now long gone from the doorway and Tam just smiled and winked at me and we both got our clothes back on. I made sure to take the collar off and. ..fine." Timmy did not want to worry his mother,although he was also a little afraid at what Rita might have done tohis mother as well during whatever 'chat' they might have had in hisabsence.Although as he found himself pondering Rita, he wondered if the pagefull of handwritten contacts relating to job offers that he now held inhis hand were her way of making amends for whatever rash indiscretionsshe might have attempted. She had, after all, offered to take such aninitiative for him. If he. We quickly scrambled to set the stuff on the table, and ran behind it and sat. Kritikaji put her skirt on super fast and got the door. While it was a good plan, we didn’t account for one thing; the smell. The entire air-conditioned board room smelt of pussy! Figuring something was up, the motherfucker walked in, acting all normal and inquiring how come we were working in so late. Sure enough he walked over to the other side of the table and saw both Smriti and I naked from the bottom down, me.