Fir woh raat ko humaare ghar main hi sone lagi baton baton main usne bataya jain sahab to kabhi kabhi hi usse lagte hain meri bv boli mere to din raat... lage rehte hain fir unhone wohi bf dekhi or raat ko saath main bed room main chale gaye wahan meri thodi si bachi rum padhi thi pehle to usne mana kiya fir maan gayi meri bv khoob saare juice main rum daal ker mila diya or peete peete baaten kerne lage wo boli ki jain saab jab kuch nahin kerte to tum kya kerti ho woh boli ki yeh bhi koi poochne. . what exactly?” Sarah said with a wink.“I am tired,” Claire said. “Can this wait a day? These past three weeks of performances are all one big blur, and I’d like some nap time with my hubby.”“So woul...” Sarah started to say, but Mom covered her mouth with her own, as they were kissing without regard to us. I saw Sarah’s hands on the move, as I said, “Ladies – take it to your room, please – there are minors here.”Separating from one another Annie said, “You may be only just seventeen, but. I was desperate to beg to be allowed to cum, but I knew that was a mistake I could not afford.Finally, that stopped too. She shifted again. I heard her open something, then she poured something on my ass – and the pain I thought I had felt exploded! I learned later it was habañero oil, but at the time all I could do was writhe with excruciating pain.She rubbed it into my ass, and around the outside of my pussy, then stopped. I heard her pull off and drop a rubber glove by my side.She squatted. I would like you to translate what she says literally. If you do not know a word, use a word picture, or describe what it does. I would like to ask questions of her as we go along, as well. Would that be allowed?"He thought about it, chewing it over. He then asked his wife. The discussion was somewhat heated. I wasn't sure who won."It is unusual request from strange man. At home, at old home, it would not be allowed for strange man to talk to wife or for him to have to hear worthless prattle.