I thought to stay there and ask the driver about it. After 10 minutes Basit driver arrived in the basement. He moved to the Abdul Sir car and then kno...cked on the driver window. The door opened and Abdul driver came out of the car. He was sitting in the car already, but why. He got out closing the door behind. They both moved to the back door, Abdul driver on left one and Basit driver on right one. They opened both the gates and peeped inside, there head and one hand were inside. With second. I guess I wasn't thinking or can't remember why, but I slipped into her teddy and I loved how it felt, humiliating myself. I massaged my cock with the hand not rubbing my lingerie covered body. I was pretending I was rubbing on my beautiful wife, as I tried to taste her on her dirty panties. I quickly lost control and and my cock filled the teddy with a load of hot thick cum. I didn't stop, my manhood didn't get soft, it seemed to get harder if anything. I ended up coming twice more in her sexy. He would have thought it was wrong but his brain in his dick was resisting rational thought. I felt his finger slide down my bum crack making way for my soaking pussy. I couldn't believe it. Even though its what I wanted I felt abit out of my depths when my dads hand slid into my pussy. I moved which startled him, he pulled my dress over my ass and picked me up. "Come on Hun, go and lay down in bed for a few hours"I still pretended to be asleep as he delicately placed me on my bed and kissed my. "I thought it was odd that she phrased it quite that way, but I let it pass. "You could put it that way." I have a question," Allison said. "Did you see him push his anger away?" Actually I did. It was really weird, though." Weird how?" Well, normally when I see someone compartmentalize anger it's like watching someone crumple up aluminum foil before throwing it away; It just gets smaller and more compact and then they sort of move it somewhere and it fades away on its own. Or like opening a.