Uncle bolte hain aaj sirf party karni hain. celebration. aur subah 11 baje hi uncle black lable ki botel nikalte hain. sab ke glass bharke drinks shur...u hota hain.Uncle pooja ko kehate hain ki tumne bhi achhi acting ki pooja. real exprestion laye, jab ki tum naye ho phir bhi achha kaam kiya. pooja encle ko thanks kehate hain.uncle kehate hain thanks muje nahi is sachin ko kaho jisaki wajah se tum dono mujse mil saki. phir pooja aur mamta dono mere dost sachin ko thnaks kehate hain. aur peena. I quickly pull out my phone and open the translator app and speak into it looking to play it back to the waitress. Looking around I see a black shoulder length haired figured female with her back to me, her mannerisms reminding me of someone that’s held ever so dear and recently broke my heart. A stark reminder of why I am here, hopefully to mend broken bridges. Seeing her back, her mannerisms and luscious physique compels me to walk towards her in a dream like state, mesmerized by replaying. Fix it. Stan had been raised in the projects, and back in the day, he and Fix were homies. Fix was a diminutive fellow about 5’3′ and smallish in stature, ‘small rat’ was a common term used to describe him back then by folks who didn’t know him, those were ‘Famous last words’ for those who thought of Fix in those terms. In spite of his size, Fix was not a man to be trifled with, he had a sharp analytical mind and a great ability to figure a way out of about any kind of trouble. Even the bigger. After while she was feeling a familiar wetness start between my legs. She takes my head and put between her legs. I make her nude by removing her V string panty. Her pubic region was free of hair. I widely apart her legs so that I can explore her lustful vagina. With a single finger, I gently unfold her labium, massaging it passionately. Her moaning was getting frequently. I buried my two fingers between her labium and use the thumb to stimulate her clitoral. At last, with my entire four.