Main maanji ki aankho main dhool jhonk loongi , sonu aur baapu bahar chale jaayenge, bacche bhi bahar aangan main khelte rahange, magar shaily ka kya ...karoongi. Tum koi upay batao.Me- ( main bhi uski gaand main ungali daal kar maje le raha tha) ek upaye hai, usko bhi apne saath mila lete hain, yaaniki uske saath bhi main sex karta hun to woh humare saath khul kar masti kar payegi. Aur sab kuchh theek rahega.Bhabi- hichakte hue- kya woh maanjayegi.Me- yeh mere upar chhor do.Phir maine uska blouse. I could easily roll this all back and just never talk to him in the first place. That was my original plan if he double-crossed me or turned out to be trouble. I could just call it a waste of time, something that I have in great quantities apparently, and move on. But now I was “invested” in the idea of improving his life for some reason.I guess I’ve always had a soft spot for veterans, or anyone really, suffering from PTSD. I’d known a few others in my time, each affected differently, and I. I was finding it hard to focus and realised that the scotch had taken effect but the old man insisted I drink to celebrate a new friendship, seemed rude to refuse.I don’t know how or when but I noticed that Bert’s shirt was now undone and I could clearly see his tanned chest and a few grey hairs and for 72 he was in rather good shape, apart from his back spasm.“Can I use your little boys room please Bert?” I asked and he giggled his reply, “Are you a little boy?” he joked with a wink.. he stood. A couple of hours alter Sally was a little tipsy, shetook Juniors hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom.He stood behind her and fondled her tits, she made sureshe was facing the secret room so Bruce could see whatwas going on.Sally could feel his cock harden against her back, itfelt massive, maybe the stories were true after all.Junior pulled her dress up over her head and unclippedher bra, he pulled her panties down bending down andkissing her ass cheeks as he did.He spun her around and.