Bhawna apne kaam mein lagi wyast dikha rahi thi khud ko. mano use mere chehre ke taraf dekhna hi nahi aur boli: Haan woh to hai… Ye meri shadi mein ...bhi nahi aa paya tha.Woh mujhse nazar nahi mila ke baat kar rahi thi. Yahi kafi tha mujhe ye jaan ne ke liye ki woh kuch chupa rahi hai aur sach nahi bol rahi. Bhawna ke bolte hi Akash uske peeche peeche samarthan deta hua bola: Haan us waqt mera exam tha, diploma ka.Bhale mujhe shak tha ki ye dono bhai bahan nahi hai. Par in dono ka taal mel kafi. “Like I'd ever...” She trailed off, her hand relaxing, phone tumbling through the air. The phone, clad in a purple protective sheath, hit the carpet on its corner, bouncing into the room. Letting out a snarl of irritation, she shot down to grab it.“Don't pick up your phone.”Her hand froze, fingers about to snag it. She jerked upright, a startled look in her eyes. “What is going on? How are you doing that, Michael?”“Just come here and suck my dick clean of our daughter's pussy juices, and I'll. Then sucked the hell out of my dick. I was stunned with the way he worked his tongue. He must have had a good practice on others to do that. Well, I enjoyed it and I don’t feel ashamed to mention that. Next, he got his dick to my mouth. I just couldn’t do it. I liked boobs, cunts, lady lips not dicks or cracks. I asked him to finish it off with me and I will take care of him. He, instead, lay on his abs, folded his knee to his chest and urged me to fuck him through the anus. Honestly, at that. Jack even made it over to help me with my truck. Pam acknowledged his presences when she saw him with a quick hug, but she was on a mission to get her “to do” list done, so she didn’t waste time around either of us. She headed back upstairs to finish her self-imposed list.In the meantime, Jack and I grabbed a beer and hung our heads over the fenders of my truck. Sometimes, contemplating an engine leads to an amazing revelation of what the solution might be to its mechanical problems. It kind of.