Muje bahat daar lagta hai, main bola kuch nehi hota, bol ke main apppna left hand useke right boobs pe rakha ke daba ne laga, main bahat hard press ka...rta tha isliye us daar hoa tu wo boli babu ye kya aram se karu main bola hrad press se hi app ka boobs ka size bada hoga, thodi der ke bad main ahista ahista press kiya aur nipple ko chutki main le ke khene laga, abb tak kapada nehi utara tha, bad main main ne useke lips main kiss karna chlu kiya tu uska tange dhara dhara ne lagi aur boli babu. "I didn't mention the tailings that Bob and Sharna had yet to refine and cast into ingots. I then told them, that was all I had to show them and I asked that they not talk about what they saw and heard here today. As I watched the ladies preparing to leave, I wondered what solvent would mean after the meteoroids hit us. Our currency would be worthless, so what would we use to do business with each other? Oh well, I would worry about that later. Right now, I had more important matters to. Having two teenagers, two years from graduating, another child about to start high school and another one with a severe mental illness, trying to keep them happy, plus a house and a mode of transportation would have killed me. Teresa had a perfect idea. Sonny, her husband, had passed away last year after a long fight with cancer. She had a massive house in the country on acres of land, with no one to help her. She told me I could stay with her as long as I wanted or at least until I got my feet. Kathy pouted. Ned motioned her towards the bathroom. Kathy spun to the floor and skipped after him. They climbed in the shower. The duo washed, played and giggled beneath pulsing jets. Kathy used the time to stoke Ned’s fire. His cock responded well to her efforts. She braced on the handholds as Ned balanced her ass against his groin and sweetly worked her pussy with long, slow strokes. Her boobs bobbed beneath her chest. But it was not enough. Ned pulled her soaking wet to the bed. They spent.