My friend Baba Khan, 25 years muslim works in our office as peon.He is so handsome. One day, on Moms instructions he came to our house to carry some m...oms office files. At that time, our servantmaid’s son Mr.Venkatesh was fucking my mom in the bed room. My Dad was cleaning his dick whenever it cummed. He was a slave to Mom. He always seen under feet of mom saying”Iam your slave maharani, I am your slave”. I heard that he was impotent, and could not fuck satisfy mom. Mom being rich family lady. My sister then pulled her sleep shirt off and all she had on was her bikinis. “Do you like my tits Dad? Gram just told us we should not be ashamed.”“I looked past Dad and Mom and Gram were still touching and hugging but they were watching Dad and Amber. Dad did not say a thing, but he licked his lips and when Amber reached out and rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants, he moaned in a way I will never forget!”Soon we were all exploring and hooking up in combinations that none of us had. She rubbed her hands nervously on her knees and looked out of the window the entire ride. I chose a café slightly outside of Canterbury which I knew would be quiet and where I wouldn’t run into anyone that I knew. We picked a table close to a window and both ordered a cappuccino. Nicola pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and placed one in her mouth. Upon seeing her light it, the waitress brought an ashtray to our table. “Do you want one?” She asked me. “No.” I had only ever smoked,. He returned my hug, probably not as tightly as I hugged him. I kept hugging, the embrace lasting longer than it should have. But I owed Tochukwu so much, my emotions were so strong. He had been there for me personally, as Dozie had been. Tochukwu also had covered for me at work, lightening my workload and allowing me to come in late when needed. I appreciated having such an understanding boss.I loosened my grip on him and he loosened his. As we parted, I raised up and kissed him. I aimed for.