It was a small dingy hotel room in a rundown hotel in Philly. My eyes heart. My head hurt. My body hurt. I grabbed the bottle of Plymouth Gin, and fou...nd, to my horror, that it was empty. I scavenged through the bottles on the floor. They were empty, too.You'd think that out of the three bottles I brought home last night, at least one of them would have enough left to give me the strength to go and buy some more. I went to my emergency supply, I keep in my suitcase. It was gone. How could it be. He felt good. Nice and hard and pretty big. He pushed himself deep into me. I sucked harder on Jack Jnr’s cock as my youngest son screwed me.“Time for a change,” I suggested and rolled onto my back. Jack’s manhood replaced his brother’s in my cunt with Lee kneeling by my head offering his erection to me. What a delightful taste. A mixture of my own cunt juices and Dan’s cum. Lovely!I was loving this fuckfest but wanted even more. “Jack, there’s a bottle of lub in the bedside cabinet. . As she was moved up and down, her sizable breasts swayed opposite, slowly and deliberately. Then her boobs jiggled a bit with each pump. The Executioner stared at her nude tits and pussy with his mouth open. Seeing the throbbing meatlog buried deep in her shithole make him hard. Even under his armor, one could see the pre-cum stains on his pants."Skurge," the Queen said, sounding more concerned the she ever did for her human fuck toy, "Are you alright? Hast thou never seen a woman get fucked in. I moved and was living in the UK. I rarely touched base.One day, I get a call out of the blue from my cousin - Aunty Saru was passing through on the way to the US. However, my cousins house was under renovation so could she stay in my house.Hmmm, I kept thinking of her getting hammered by Raju but on the other hand, she was much older and must have mellowed. A bit of difficult situation. In the other hand, now that my uncle was no more, she was no longer his wife. But again, she is 60+. My.