I hoped my favourite waitress would be working tonight.I was in luck. Not only was she working, she was the order taker at the takeout desk. Nalini st...ruck me wordless. For some reason she was wearing a traditional Indian dress. This was not the usual practice at this restaurant.Mom asked “Why the dress? It looks fabulous on you!”“I was at dance practice at the Hindi Community Center and was running late for work. I haven’t had a chance to change yet,” responded Nalini.“You look lovely, dear,”. Dad, that can't be true. You love mom. I know you do. You could never divorce her. Please call me." The next call was from Jodie, my youngest daughter. "Daddy, Tricia called me and told me that you left mom. I called mom. She's distraught. I think she's having a nervous breakdown. Please call us. You have to talk to mom. You have to try to work this out." The last call was again from Jeanne. It was another plea for me to call her. I set my cell phone down. I knew that I had to call my. The look in her eyes, the expression on her face, her obvious excitement, all indicated that she liked the idea of being videotaped and in particular, being videotaped while she played with her pussy. I put the camera on the coffee table. Gail lay on her back on the bed, and I bent her legs back at the knees and spread her legs. I opened her drenched pussy with my fingers and slowly started to lick up and down her slit. Her lips were already swollen, as was her clit. Soon, she was moaning with. Her boobs were big and firm and rounded and her nipples were pink and big. She was now only with her petticoat.I started to massage her naked boobs and then started to squeeze it and she had closed her eyes and her palms were over my hand and I started to massage her nipples and she was hissing and then I pushed her hand behind her and rested her against the wall and started to lick her neck and then I slowly came down and started to lick the centre part of her chest and with one hand I was.