For some reason, Juanita, his mother, and I hit it off. She was a poor immigrant from Guatemala, I was an older white guy, born in the USA. She was un...er 30 and I was almost 60. She was a single mother and I was a divorcee whose step kids didn't want to have anything to do with him.The one thing we had in common was that we were both lonely.She wasn't by herself like I was. I didn't have any real friends. There were a couple of brothers who lived in one of the apartments and we talked a lot,. Wo amit ko marna chahti thi par wo wapas agayi kitchen mei.Adha gante baad jab wo kitchen mei kam kar rahi thi tab amit kitchen mei aya. Wo sirf ek t shirt aur niche underwear mei tha.‘tumne kitchen pura ganda rakha tha .. Ajj’ dipty ne amit ko gusse se khaha.Amit ne apne underwear k upar se hi apne lund ko ghisa aur ek yawn liya. Dikhate huwe wo uski masi ka kaha sun raha hai par chalta hai.**************************************stage 2*************************************‘ha massi, app ho na. 00pm, he was out shoplifting to get his fix. He was 23, never worked unless ?nicking? was a job. He was six foot two inches tall. He was once well built, but years of drug use had given him a thin, dirty look about him. But he was tough on the streets and didn't like wimps. He also hated women who were, in the most case, smarter and better off than him. So he had a little hobby, when not stealing or fixing. It was rape and robbery in the London area around Cannery Wharf where he hung around. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, let me give you my email address too, so you can let me know your itinerary." Totally," she said.It was months from Mardi Gras, and his birthday came and went and left him 40 in its wake. He celebrated with a surprise party featuring friends from college, a few awkward and maudlin moments, and a spectacular blowjob from his wife that had left him wondering why they weren't usually that good. She thought it was great that his step-daughter would be visiting, but reminded.