Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to fuck my son, at the open terrace.Rick was standing close to me; his hands were gripping my massive buns. I felt ...im stooping behind me and sensed his lips over my buns. I sighed with excitement. He squatted behind me and started nibbling my buns, gently biting and releasing them alternately."Ohhhh... what are you doing honey." I felt his hot breath over my buns.His breath grew closer to my crack and he ran his tongue along my anus, covered by a thin shred. Pru had found an apartment in the Old Town of Washington, once known as Georgetown. As in most older sections of Controlled Areas, the buildings were holdovers from earlier times, some of them dating from the early 22nd century. The old streets were broad and lined with trees, leaving ample pedestrian space where once vehicles streamed. Now, vehicles only appeared rarely to deliver goods and pick up shipments. Occasional police patrols swept by in open 'mobiles and residents on in-line skates. Shorir ta vison vabe mochor khachhe boudir. Komor ta dewal theke uchu kore gud ta amar barar sathe ghoste chesta korchhe. Ami mai er upor jhuke achhi bole amar bara ta boudir gud theke ektu dure sore achhe… Tai oudir gud bara tar nagal pachhe na. Ete boudi jeno aro khepe uthlo. Tar gud akkhoni kichhu kata chay… Kintu pachhe na. Tokkhon se akta paa vaj kore hatu diye amar bara ta ghoste laglo. Ghoschhe bolle vul bola hobe… Asole se guto marchhilo. Voy holo gude bara ta na peye rege giye hitahit. " The two dominants laughed while the slaves lookedat each other and shrugged their shoulders.Once downtown, the subs were told to hold hands and remain three pacesbehind their owners. The dominants slowly worked their way through theshopping district to the alley that led to Hidden Pleasures.The tinkling bell announced their arrival. Marci was dusting some itemson a shelf and it did not appear that anyone else was in the store. Shewas wearing a beautifully tailored satin blouse and a tight.