Finally, he said smiling in a dirty way-“Good Evening Bhabhiji…”My mom-“My husband is not here …”Raghu Yadav laughed-“So what bhabhiji.....I came here to see you…”The people who were behind Raghu Yadav started laughing with him.Hearing the laughter of those men, Kamala came outside of the kitchen and quickly put her head down and said-“Namaste Raghu saheb…”Raghu Yadav-“Oh Kamala…how are you?…Why don’t you inform me that your saheb brought his beautiful wife here…”Kamala started mumbling.Raghu. I pushed her against her driver's side door and kissed her deeply. She grabbed my cock through my pants and pushed me away, squeezing it hard. She looked at me seductively, walked in front of her car, pulled her pants down and bent over the hood. She didn't have to say a word - I was instantly behind her, fucking her over her car in the middle of a parking lot. I reached up and pulled her shirt down to expose and grab her massive tits. As I squeezed her nipples she started to scream and squirt.. Then Debby unlocked the door and dealt with the latest crisis. It was then I noticed Debby’s panties still on the floor where I had thrown them. She had been too hurried to put them back on. I smiled and picked them up. I used them to wipe the cum off my cock, before throwing them in the hamper.Debby settled the boys down, then grabbed her car keys. She yelled she had to go to the store, and then took off. I played at Daddy the rest of the morning and the early afternoon. Around three, Debby. She was a bit like a blowjob machine. She’d alternate sucking on the end then run her mouth up and down the shaft every now and then in a rhythmical pattern that always made me shoot. She was so good at it that if I wanted to fuck her I’d have to stop her doing it. She loved the taste of spunk and always swallowed, something my wife won’t do.So we got into a pattern of meeting up, either Monday or Tuesday and sometimes both. I’d go round in the morning, just before lunch. She’d get us into the.