In the month of November Bengali people celebrate pooja,most of them visit their native place.I saw my neighbors making arrangements for their journey...I became very sad on the thought of missing my morning show.I left for my office and return late at night. Had dinner at a restaurant. The next few days were holidays.I opened my room door and went to bed after taking shower.I started watching the recorded videos.Can't stop stroking my small cock. In the video My hot neighbor aunty was mopping. I raised an arm to catch his attention and he smiled, got his coffee and joined me. I learned that he’d been married for thirty years, had three grown children, and worked as a warehouse office manager.We talked about sports, favorite television shows, movies, and our taste in music. When our coffees were drunk, I asked him, “If you’re going to be alone at home, would you care for some company?" It seemed to take him a little by surprise but he came back with, “Hmmm, what do you have in mind?". “You’re drunk.”“You’re drunk!” She threw her arms out with a grand gesture, and pointed one of her hands at Gallea. But she couldn’t get her fingers pointed straight at him, and she had to try a few times to line it up. “Gallea’s fault. Bringing more wine.”“Hey, blame my horny wife for seducing two strangers. In fact, blame her twice! She’s the one that wants to get everyone drunk.”Pinna sat up straight with a jolt. “Gallea!”“Oh ho, plan exposed.” Otrera leaned in close to the woman, her arms. I hope you will do the same.”“What’s with the canoe and the raft? It hasn’t even got a river or lake.”“They’re metaphors. You’ll figure them out easily enough.”“ ... EWW!”“You had better sit down, dear.”Kathy sat down across from her mother with an impressive display of skepticism.“They won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Julia waited until her daughter indicated she’d understood. “If you want, you can spend your entire time there without ever seeing a boy. I hear the library.