I called him on the mobile and we met for coffee outside. This man was thin and fair. I told him i need to book a room first and then i would come to ...their home. He flatly refused and took me to their house to stay. The house was a typical south Indian independent house with a small portico a kitchen a small sitting room and one micro bedrooms. Once home they suggested we go for a night show movie. Their daughter had been married off and son was in a engineering college. He was a bit touchy. He felt her hand grip his tightly for a moment, a smile came upon her face as she looked him in the eyes. "It will be okay." and then she died.He buried her on a small hill on the outskirts of Ft. Myers. Abeautiful spot shaded by a young orange tree. The blossoms ofwhich had been her favorite scent. Victor cried long and hard for many nights after the funeral wallowing in grief. The layoff that came three months later had forced him to come to the realization that he had to think of his own. ” I told her matter-of-factly.She looked a little surprised at my bluntness and a little uncomfortable with it as well. I was glad to put the shoe on the other foot. “Robert, what do you want?” She asked sternly. “I’m not really sure.” “Something else to hold over my head no doubt.” She hissed with a snotty whisper.She turned to her paperwork for a few seconds while she assessed the situation. She bit her lip a little and softly scratched her face with her long fingernails. She turned a little. Am I fuck lad, not whilst theres young pussy like this on the end of my cock thats for sure. Who is this little slag anyway? Meet my sister in law Alice, and yes Dave it is true and yes Dave she is a slag. I walked over to Fiona who was still being spitroasted and pulled her off my friends two cocks and ushered her over to Russ who was looking left out. Now lads we cant leave the assistant out now can we HELL NO they all shouted at the same time before engaging in mindless whooping again. Russ.