‘Oh, you don’t want to hear that.’ The air came out of that balloon quickly enough. ‘Yes I do. Come on.’ I took her hand and pulled her into... the living room. ‘No.’ ‘It’s waiting for you.’ ‘No, Edward.’ ‘Play.’ ‘Play what?’ ‘Anything. Some solo.’ ‘Well, I guess.’ She sat on the cello chair and adjusted it, took the bow, tightened and rosined it, took the cello from the stand. I stood next to the fire, leaning against the mantle. She was looking around. ‘I know! Bach’s First Suite for Cello. The. First it became thrice a week then twice, then once and finally rare and short – A quick fuck. After a long time I felt like a woman yesterday when I was in my sons arms. I liked it but my conscience is not accepting it.When I came out of the room, he was gone. The room was clean as if nothing had happened there. I wore a regular sari and went down. There was no sign of him. I was at the stove looking at the yellow colored thread which my son tied last night.‘Thinking of weather to keep it or. ”I thumbed the button. I went to the bathroom and showered shaving carefully. I dressed in nice pants and shirt. I rolled a pair of shorts and a tee shirt with socks and sneakers and a swim suit in a towel. I jumped in my car and drove to her place knocking on the door exactly thirty minutes after getting off the phone.She let me in. “Eager this morning, aren’t you?”“Yes.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her gently. “Have you eaten yet, Claudette?”“No.”“I’ll be glad to take you to. She's my favorite dish. Her legs begin to tremble as she approaches nirvana. That's when I stop. As she moans in disappointment, I grab a fistful of her hair and whisper in her ear, "Daddy's just getting started baby."Before she can moan in approval I spread her cheeks again and shove my big cock so deep inside her she screams out in shock "HOLY FUCK DADDY!!" Which makes me want to pound her even harder. With a tight grip on her hips I smash her pussy even harder and deeper, feeling her juices.