” Priya smiled “certainly, I must present there and watch your work.” I told her to wait outside. Julekha Bhabi was waiting in the room. Julekha... Bhabi got married when I was 10 years age.She was elder than me by 8 years but from that age I felt an attraction to the lady. After one year of her marriage Priya borne and she was then 18, so Julekha Bhabi’s age was then 37 and truly speaking none can guess her age and she looked still 25, slightly dark complexion, stiffed nose and very beautiful. "Suck it bitch!" I took her clit back in to my mouth and sucked on it, flicking it with my tongue as I as her body began to convulse. Her breathing got deeper and deeper as she shook. She squeezed her fists tighter, putting at the hair on my head and then suddenly, I felt her pussy spasm and my mouth was filled with a hot saltily fluid, as she came in my mouth. I drank up as much as I could, with the rest running down my neck and in to my shirt. Pulling away from me, she moved her hand to her. My hand wandered a little, too.I was shocked back to reality when I heard the taxi door slam shut and heard him fumbling with his keys in the front door. Sure enough, he was a little drunk. He came into the lounge and staggered about saying he wasn’t drunk, just very tired. I think I’ll get to bed, he mumbled. Me too and I followed him into the bedroom. It was comical watching him strip off. I started to undress somewhat provocatively, trying to get his attention. Standing there, in my knickers. At times, I started appearing in place of my mum. Yes, I am a total degenerate. But I just wanted to imagine how it would feel, you know. My dad is actually pretty good looking for his age. He's almost thirty four, but can still turn heads, and I've seen pictures of his younger self. He was a knockout back then. He still keeps himself in very good shape. And he cries so beautifully when my mum treats him bad. I'd imagine me slapping and berating him like my mum and him breaking down into tears..