"Marina!" I yelped."Happy birthday dad!" my daughter laughed back.With an effort I dragged my eyes back to her face, I was shocked at the desire I was... feeling for my daughter as she stood there posing provocatively, laughing at my bewilderment."Do you like your present?" she asked impishly."Very much," I sighed "but I'd rather it hadn't been my own daughter." Let's eat" she grinned "and I'll explain what happened later."I was still feeling bemused as we sat down at the table, despite the fact. He leant down and kissed my breasts, first one then the other. He led me inside and up a few steps. It wasn’t a bedroom as you might expect, it was more of a platform with just a huge bed and a few small tables. The bed was set with subtly coloured sheets, silk of course, and with cushions scattered over it. We kissed again as he gently, and very skilfully, undressed me. He slipped my thong off my hips and let it slip to the floor. As I stepped out of it his hands gently caressed my thigh,. He was aware of the fact that Dad would busy talking to his office people. He wouldn’t interrupt his endeavor in the storeroom. I playfully left the room but I was quite nimble to get back soon.The door was ajar but I dared not to enter. I chose to watch from a distance what was going on rather enter abruptly. The kind of person Ashok was, he wouldn’t bother even if I was there. Ashok was flirting with her from the back had still not made a move. He was breathing on her shoulder.Mom was. Wearing a salwar that showed enough of her cleavage she came back to the room. His eyes were transfixed and as she set the table she felt him screening her. Smiling to herself she called him and they sat down to have lunch.“So tell me more about yourself Akhil. How is your love life. Still with that girl ?”” No , aunty she was cheating on me. Have been low for a few days. I had only kissed her and later i got to know she was sleeping with my arch rival at basketball. ” Akhil had mentioned he.