Jab woh apni mummy se bath karrahe hoti or aunty ka dhyan kahi aur hota to mai uske choothdoo par haath pherne lagta. Use bhi jab moqka milta to woh m...unjhe kiss karke bhaag jati.Ek din jab uski mummy nahane gayi to mai ghar ke andar aa gaya. Maine use piche se pakad liya.usne kuch nahi kaha aur ishare se bataya ki mummy naha rahi hai. Hum dono wahi kadhe kadhe kiss karne lage.Yeh pal bohat hi romanchak tha kyoki hum bathroom ke theek samne kadhe the. Jaisa ki hamesha hota tha kiss karte hi mera. As he admired his blue Maserati car in the driveway he thought to himself life was good. Just then he noticed that the gardener had got some grass cuttings on the side of his car so he went over and yelled at him. You got to keep the help on their toes or else they will take advantage he thought. Look what you’re doing boy or I’ll fire your black ass. Yes sir mr Cooke said Jerome the young muscular black gardener while he cursed his boss under his breath. It was a very warm morning and Jerome. I inhaled deeply savoring the womanly scent of her, as I dabbed my outstretched tongue into her silken sex. She hissed with carnal delight when the tip of my tongue slapped at her clitoris standing tall between her puffy lips: lips swollen in anticipation of my advance, my attack. I threw a forearm over her slim belly to slow the bouncing of her narrow hips as she is wont to when I probe her slippery folds. Her fingers twisted my hair in her grip then nails dug at my scalp pulling my face into. She was a great lover, a slut when she needed to be, submissive when she needed to be, or a dominant when she needed to be. She was the only women I could trust to be submissive with, and allow to control me. I feel a lump in my throat as I think about her.I go downstairs to the gym, one of the buildings numerous amenities. I work out with the weights for an hour, and then did a few laps in the pool. All the while my mind was on Cheryl.After returning upstairs, I call my lawyer to look into.