Ab hum unke ghar pahunch gye….main car mein se saara samaan utaar rahi thi ki maine apni gaand par kisi ka haath mehsoos kia..maine socha yeh papa k...a haath hai isliye maine react nahi kia…aur woh haath ab meri gaand sehla raha tha aur meri skirt meri gaand ki daraar mein thi…main peeche mudi to dekha woh papa ka haath nahi tha balki driver ka tha..driver ne jaanboojh kar gaadi ghar ke peeche ki side khadi ki thi jahan koi bhi nahi tha aur hum naani ke ghar early morning pahunch gye the…5 baje. "You'll see how much pussy is out here in California, everywhere you look. If I had only used a rubber, I would still be free to chase some tail." Without saying a word, I wondered if his wife was a bitch, ugly or frigid for him to talk that way. Well, I'd soon find out. Uncle Mario opened the door to his two-bedroom apartment in Culver City and introduced me to two screaming c***dren, from his wife's previous daliance before they met. Then from a back bedroom strolled the most. I pulled myself from bed about 07:30. Outside the .wind was blowing hard against the windows rain lashing the pains with all their might. Ahh I thought, should be on the 07:15 now and half way to the city slowly sipping from my second cup of tea, my wife having long left for the office on the same train, wonder what today will bring! I went up for a shower around 09:30 still not in a hurry to do much about the day. I was drying off and looked in the mirror on the door thinking to myself “not. She then pulled down my shorts, and grabbed my balls through my underpants with one of her hands. I got as hard as a rock, real quick. Milena's other hand grabbed my ass from below, and right after that, my cock was in her mouth. And she was making me fell really, really good. She stopped and I finally reached the holy grail. She got up and I pulled down her dress shoulders, and then got rid of her bra. Although when I finally got it off, the piece of clothing was looking more like a parachute.