I'd been dozing while watching the television when I heard her stumble in. I'd spent the night thinking things over, trying to delude myself with the ...ossibility of things going back to normal. As far as I could tell there was no realistic way out, other than to tell my mother before Tiffany did. Of course, that just wasn't an option, and the problem was that Tiffany would know it too.I rose from my seat after a few minutes as she still had not come into the living room. Whatever she was doing. My wife had called up and said that now that I was in Bombay, I should go and meet my tenants. I thus decided to stay back for two days, meet my friends and also my tenants. My tenant was about 32 years old and they had a son. My wife, Usha, was average looking, pretty but had a great sexy body, hand full of breasts, a cute slim arse and a slim body with long legs. Any red blooded male would immediately lust for her the moment he set my eyes on her. So I was in a very good mood when I was. Garou explained to me that it was impossible to obtain good French bread without the insect life because the weevils laid eggs in the flour. By subjecting the bread to heat, however, the weevils were encouraged to make their way to the center of the loaf. Thus’ the crust was entirely palatable. Garou was quick to add, the crust was the most enjoyable part of the bread anyway. By the time I started to translate all of this, the bread, chicken, and everything else was gone. They could have eaten. When she felt Pete’s massive pole begin to invade her body, she was sure he was going to rip her open. Pete hadn’t spent much time on foreplay, nor did he demonstrate any tenderness once the sex act began. Once he had his cock in her, he began pounding down against her, his bulk driving her against the car seat. She felt the car moving and heard the springs squeal in protest as the massive young man’s body thudded against hers. She felt no pleasure, just the huge cock sliding in and out of her.