This is true story of my sexual interact with our bldg. Elderly maid who would come every day morning to sweep the bldg. And to collect the waste from... houses in bldg.About her she was healthy maid can’t say that she was fat, whitish gujrathi female in her early 50. Quite talkative and we too being of same language, she would come to our house to ask for drinking water and my mother would give her water and also some food left of last night too. She would also help my mother if any help. Uncle used to work 28 days on and 28 days off as he used to work on the rigs and i felt aunty was sex starved.One day when i came home from school as we had a holiday when i reached home i found my aunty in her petticoat and blouse as she was going to take a bath as she opened the door she looked great and exciting so i went into my bathroom and i was masturbating when suddenly aunty came in i did not lock the door as i thought she was going for a bath and would not come to my room but she came. Can I at least work with Gulfstream to stop using them as a supplier?”It was Alison’s turn to think. She looked at Keller. He shrugged.“That could escalate things, if they feel they don’t have anything to lose. However, I doubt the people selling the avionics to you are involved or aware of these operations.”“Damn! How do we get them to stop?”“Let us do our jobs, Paul. Once I talk to MI-6, we might have more to go on. Perhaps you should talk to your favorite general. He might be able to get. ”“Stroke it Mom,” I said.Finally, Mom relented by leaning forward and wrapping her elegant fingers around my elephant trunk. Her hand was warm and soft. She looked up at me smiling, no longer in character. “I certainly didn’t think I’d be doing this when I got ready for the polo today,” she said.“Ungh,” I grunted. Mom let a thread of saliva drop down onto the head of my cock like a strand of honey. She put both fists around it, firmly stroking them all the way up and down my shaft making a wet.