Sneha put her thighs on my head. I felt difficult to breath. So I moved my head sideways to breath. My chin was rubbing her pussy. She was clutching h...er thighs on my head. I got to know she is very excited. This was little unusual for me but I though may be 6 days effect. I slowly put my tongue inside her pussy and started lick the pussy walls. I was moving my tongue round. She was lifting her ass to take my tongue deeper. My hands were tickling her nipples over her bra by now. She was. He drifted his fingers down her thigh, popping off her high heels. He leaned back up to her, his body in between her inner thighs as he gripped her waist. He then traced his fingers over to the front of her jeans. He unbuttoned the jeans as he slowly unzipped them. His gaze caught with hers as he gave her a mischievous grin. He tugged, pulling her jeans, and her thong away at the same time. He knelt up fully on his knees as he pulled them off of her and dropped them down against the side of the. ‘I wanted to talk to you about Kaitlin.’ At the mention of our daughter, I softened and moved aside to let him in. I sensed a trap, but had made a vow when I left him to always keep communication open about her. I never wanted her to feel like a typical ‘divorced kid’ whose parents were always at each other’s throats. And occasionally that meant acting like a grown up and having a conversation with her father. ‘What about her?’ I asked tentatively, sitting down on the couch. He came and sat. I take a moment to catch my breath until my thoughts are interrupted by a cold shiver. ‘I need a hot shower.’ I say to myself as I finally pick myself off the floor with a groan.I peel off my wet sweater and bra, not like they were doing much to cover me anyways. Taking a moment to touch my breasts cupping them in my hands in a futile attempt to warm them up. My skirt drops to the floor in a wet clump followed by my light pink, not see through, cotton panties. I stare in the mirror at my naked.