He was overweight, balding and smelled of stale cigarettes. He tried to make some small chit chat which I didn't want to answer, but at least it would... keep me awake.He started talking about his wife and three children. His youngest had recently gotten three cats which kept him up all night. I stared out the window and tried to drown out his mundane stories with not much luck. I still couldn't tell where we were, but I was sure we were getting somewhat close to my house."Where're you from love?". She'll be turning 55 next month. She's not the hottest gilf, but I wouldn't hesitate to knock the dust off that pussy. I still see her around in the neighborhood from time to time and still looks amazing. She also broke up with her boyfriend recently so I'm trying to slide in there. Hopefully nudes to come! Her sister Eira, the one in my profile pic, I can only imagine told her about my fat 8" cock and was probably salivating at the thought of having it.My favorite memories of Cecilia were back. Mala tyanchi kaamwali jara puranvadi aani vedsar vatli. ti tashi mhatari hoti. ti nehmi aai va mala jara raganech pahat aase. pan sultana nehmi hasat khelat asayachi. tichi kaamwali pan mumbait purvi rahat hoti mhanun tilapan jara marathi yet hota. pan jasta nahi.Pahile don divas thik gele. tisrya divshi aaine sahaj mhanun sadi ghatli tar tya mhatarya baaila, shabnam ticha naav, tila raag aala. ti aaila mhanali:’aamchyat ase kapde ghalat nahit, nantar kadhi tu ghalu nakos’. aani ti geli. ti. ”“How did you end up in a relatively small state school in Ohio, Lara?” Gene asked.“My grandfather is from this area, and graduated from Taft. I go to the same church Mike and Elizaveta do. Sophia is Greek, and she comes to church with us on feast days.”Our soup arrived and that limited the conversation as everyone ate, and just as we finished our soup, the main dishes arrived, accompanied by several large bowls of rice. Everyone helped themselves to one or more dishes and we all began.