I'll sign that."The attendant did, and Bob scribbled across the bottom."I can't read that," complained the attendant. "Nobody can read that." It clear...ly says Frank Dillworth," said Bob. "Can't you read?"The attendant laboriously printed "Frank Dillworth" above the signature."Come on," said Bob. "I'll take you out and read you the VIN number myself."He did, substituting the wrong numbers for both the year of manufacture and the serial number of the car. The attendant didn't think to check it. I was little relaxed after that and I kept my one hand around Dimples shoulders she came closer to me and put her hand on my ass. The drinks were over and Dimple and I went and sat on the bed by this time I started pressing her boobs which were firm and tight and she placed her hand on my dick and held my already erect dick over my pants and said to me Dimple: kya hua mere bacche ko dood chahiye?I got to know what play is this and I responded Me: ha muje mumma ka doodh chahiye.D: beta yaha. “I also know that Sherri adores you as much as you do her which is a lot,” “I went to tuck her into her bed last night. That sweet little girl of mine asked me why you did not come over Sunday," I replied.I told her that I was no longer going to see you. She asked me why. I told her when she was older I would explain it to her.“Right now Sherri it is time for you to go to sleep,” I said to her.“Mommy, can I ask you something?” Sherri asked me as she sat back up into bed.“What is that sweetie?”. She told herself it wasn’t her husband but someone like George Clooney or Mr. Grey and she was becoming more vocal in bed, “fuck my sweet cock hole baby,” and “fuck my cunt, fuck me like a whore,” and “god I love your sweet hot cock inside me.” Her eyes closed and her imagination the man is plastering her against a hard cement wall in the basement of the car-park and she is having a tremendous orgasm.She wanted more and she’d taken it from her husband, she’d gotten others involved in her and.