He didn’t want to say it. But say it he must. And when at last he felt he could get the words out, he did so. ‘It’s OK, Dad, I understand. We’...l be fine. It’s OK.’ Just then the hour struck in the big grandfather’s clock just down the corridor in the family visitation area, and Christmas Eve turned into Christmas Day. ‘Merry Christmas, son,’ Cliff’s dad mumbled in a low voice. ‘Happy Birthday, Dad,’ Cliff answered through his tears. Cliff sat, holding his dad’s hand for what seemed like forever. "Does your married slut pussy want some of my dick?" he asked her and she shook her head “yes”."Hey, you little cuck", he addressed to me: "How should I start fucking your bitch wife tonight?" "I would love to see her riding your magnificent dick, man” I answered."Oh, yes!" he replied, "Get up on top of my black dick, slut", he ordered my wife as he pulled her up by the arm. She knelt and swung a leg over his facing him on the couch. Ana lowered herself down just slightly and the thick head of. I could feel his cum pumping a load. Some of it flowed out and the remaining cum was still in my mouth. I swallowed it a little. It wasn’t so bad.After some time, a station arrived. But these guys were not going to let me go and I was not going to go as well. It felt so great that I thought I should stay there throughout the journey.The train slowed down. The guy fucking me got me up and made me lie down on the seat with him. He was facing my back. He covered us with his lungi and he pushed his. So I sip my drink and relax in the fire light. ‘Ready for desert’? I hear you ask in that low sultry voice I adore so much. You’re standing in front of me in lingerie you’ve not worn in sometime. It’s tight, short and hugs your curves just right. I start to get up and you push me back down and straddle me. My hands stroke and rub your shoulders and back as we stare into one another’s eyes. We kiss, we hold one another, and I gently kiss your neck and indulge in your citrus scented perfume and.