Aisa kuch 7 din tak chala ek din aunty mujhe dukan mai mile tub usne mughe smile diya aur baat karne lagi aur khane lagi ki ghar aao chai thoda kaam h...i mai ne kal aaunga bol ke waha se nikal gaya .Mai dusre din jub unke ghar phocha tub unhaone mujhe bithaya aur laptop mai virus nikalne ke liye kuch karo ye kaha maine sub chek kiya to laptop mai blue film dekhi aur samjh gaya ki iski wajha se hi virus aaya hai maine wo remove kiya aur aunty ko ye kha kar nikal gaya ki blue film ki vajhase hi. Their cloths s**ttered on the floor of the bedroom.The house lay deathly quiet after the huge orgasmic eruption which had just taken place.My breathing was rapid and seemed loud enough to be heard by my mom and Walt.Just then my mom crawled down Walts huge frame and began sucking his cock.She would suck on it and look up at Walt as he watched in approval.She would hold it in her velvet mouth and take it out and rub it on her soft white boob.His long black veiny cock was soon hard.He quickly. With my three women trudging along behind me, I started toward the cut. I could feel the heat draining the moisture from my body as if some giant mosquito had plugged into me and was sucking me dry. I was thirsty and tired by the time I stepped into the shadow where the hills hid us from the sun. We were at the start of a narrow path, only about four feet wide at the widest, with shear vertical walls on each side.I could see light at the other end and I walked toward it. I was halfway through. I didn’t realize just how much courage it would take for me to say that.Anna nodded sadly.“I ... I had to try,” she offered, “he was a good man.” I could only nod. But then caught the past tense of her sentence.“Was?” I prompted.“He died two years ago at work,” she answered. Such deaths are rather common in Japan, there is even a word for it, Karōshi. I felt numb at the news. I also felt a kind of ghoulish sense of hope.“I’m sorry to hear that,” I offered wondering if I really meant it. I think.