“You’re filling out that uniform nicely, Georgy.”“Great form out there on the field yesterday, Georgy.”Even the way he said my name came out... sleazy. Like he was savoring it in his mouth.Plus, FJ’s dad was definitely not my type. He was bald, hairy, and fat. The complete opposite of my type!He wasn’t an ugly old man, but c’mon. He was old. Well- older, I guess. 40-ish or 50?I know he didn’t used to look like that. FJ showed me an old photo of Mr. Giovanni that he hung on their living room wall. All the time he whispers, he whispers in her ear and kisses her long exposed throat. ‘Hey Chloe babe, you’re too arrogant to fuck a white guy huh?’ ‘You’re a princess and that white dude husband, he’s the pauper…you know that babe?’ ‘May be you learn to hate that sad little fucker, may be there are no rules of nice for a woman who is taking so much black cock that she drips.’ There, now, again, I can hear his voice. The words come husky, his voice deep and melodious. They’re not exactly. She resisted first but later started to enjoy. I heard someone, so we had to break it. She, too, became horny and told me to wait tomorrow for all the fun.I finally took control of myself. The next day we reached Coimbatore and went to a theme park. We spent the whole day in the theme park. But I had fun with both Aarti and Rani whenever I got a chance. Finally, it was 8 pm. Mani came to me and asked if we can do the swap in different rooms. I said, ok.Aarti went to Mani’s room, and Rani came. At the same time I thought I should be doing something about it, defending what was mine. As she pressed against me I became aroused. I looked down at her breasts. I noticed that she had opened the neck of her blouse just a little more. Just enough so that someone standing over her, like I was now, or Peter had been not two minutes before, could see right throught the open neck of her blouse and get a great view of her tits. It made me hard and she could feel it."Do you like my new bra, daddy?".