I searched for a house and getting a house for a bachelor is so difficult.But with lot of struggle I was able to get a house on rent. The house was a ...two room house and was on 1st floor. Had a separate staircase and was in the Muslim area. 90% of the people living there were Muslims. The landlords were staying in ground floor. A wife and husband and one daughter (22 years)Nasreen and Arshad, 4 year old son. They had a lot of relatives living in their neighborhood so their house use to be always. I really couldn’t get enough of it, fucking as the soft warmth of her tits made me crazy with lust. Soon enough, she motioned with her chin, her tongue speaking the words, her hands on my ass pushing me forward.She sucked on the head of my cock, licking with a flick and swirl, as I slowly pushed inward. I still remember the purring sounds of satisfaction as she hummed a wet suction on my cock, taking it deeper, guiding the ins and outs with her hands. I began controlling the action, pulling her. He grabbed it away and took the pen with him. "That's your records, don't mess it up" he ordered ungrammatically.They found me clothes from the red cross booth, a horrid green dress and some shoes which went out of fashion in 1952.My Jaw was still wired but I was mobile, I just took a pen and wrote my parents phone number.The young nurse rang the number for me, I wrote, "Hi Mum," but it just rang.She tried several times.So I persuaded her to ring my Boss."I have Julia here" she said.They kept. As he gathered my flimsy knickers he fondled them caressingly, his thumb running across the crotch and as he did so he looked back at me looking at him.'Why dont you smell it', I said brazenly, now I knew we were on the same wavelength, and stood away from the door and let my skirt drop to my ankles, revealing my see-through knickers, 'Perhaps the smell in this pair will be better, and without warning peeled them off and tossed them to him.He stood frozen to the spot as my sodden knickers hit.