Mummy ne aisa karne me unki help kiya. ab dadaji ne mummu ko fir se jhatka dene suru kaya to mummy apne gardan ko utha utha ke ahe bharna suru kare di...ya. ab ucle ne mummy se puchha “dard kar raha hai kya?” to mummy se ek ajib awaj me kaharte huye jabab diya ” nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhh”. ab dadaji ne ek taraf apne kamar ko jor se jhataka mara aur dusere taraf unhone mummy ke bra ko fad diya. maine mummy ke muh se jor ki chikh ke saath mummy ke pair ko patakte huye dekh. However, despite being so horny and having Meliisa with her big tits (36C) and long nipples on top of me, I knew ‘it’ wasn’t going to happen because I was so tired. I didn’t have the energy to explode in her pussy. She got off of my pecker and just lay down next to me. She mentioned that she thought I might be too tired for sex, but she had let me decide on that. We said we’d try again in the morning. In the meantime, she asked if I was a bit hungry. I was, and since her roommate wasn’t. "A dancer!" he was pointing at his wife who stood there embarrassed. "Okay, sir!" I interjected. "You! You black son of a bitch!" he yelled at me. "You think you're going to take my job?" He poked me in the chest with his finger as he walked forward. "I helped build that company," he shouted. The stench of alcohol was strong on his breath. He must have had a lot more to drink that I thought. "But I am getting old, and they want a new face! I told them about your work. Now they want you!" he. ”“Thank you,” I replied and walked toward an empty table and sat. I had a perfect view of her and I took out my iPad as if I was about to work. Instead, I watched her and listened to her beautiful voice. Could I learn anything about her?The afternoon wore on and I was startled when another young woman asked if I needed a refill. Hell, I wasn’t a coffee drinker; I was only there to watch and try to learn more about my mysterious, beautiful young woman.“No, no thank you.” I gave her a quick smile.