I will pay for the coffee and never come here again but that roll is toxic." I said it quite seriously."No, no charge for coffee for police," he said ...quickly.I put the coffee cup down on the counter and walked away. When I arrived home, I reheated a cup of day old coffee in my microwave. It was still better than the convenience store coffee I had been drinking all night. I sat the coffee down and crawled under the covers. I never even went back to the coffee.The next thing I knew it was 9AM. I. I softly tried to hear voices by keeping my ear on the door. Surprisingly the door was ajar. It opened up slightly. I got a bit scared but I peeped inside the room.My eyes could not believe what they saw. Bhabhi was sleeping on her bed all naked. Her legs were spread and naked Arpita had her face buried between her legs. She was eating her pussy. They both were so involved in the world of lust that they didn’t realize I was watching them.Arpita was moving her tongue on bhabhi’s pink juicy. When you're a small person, bowling some lad out with a cunning,spinning delivery is actually more satisfying than smashing his wicketsinto next week.But as much as I am a certain wicket taker, I don't score many runs whenit's my turn to bat, so I always bat last and on that wonderful day whenChloe first spoke to me I was helping cling onto a game - with only afew balls remaining we were just a couple of runs short. Which was whythat bastard bowler had just bounced a fast ball right into my. So, Sarah and I, we just take care of each other in this one way. I get to enjoy the rich flavor of her achy vagina on a daily basis, and she gets to lay back and be pampered by a young, hot girl who loves her and is focused entirely on her pleasure.How did it start? With a simple conversation. She's more mother to me than my own mom, who I rarely see due to her alcohol problems. Sarah has always been there for me. When I opened up to her about my curiosity about women, she told me she'd had a.