Martha Jane had iced tea with Mom and chatted a short time, and told my mom she wanted me to come next door and help set up a record player that her s...ster Evelyn had given to Martha Jane and her mom.She brought me to her apartment and as soon as we were inside she took me into her bedroom. I told her I thought she wanted me to help her with the new phonograph and she giddily and impatiently replied that the machine was set up already and she really just wanted us to be alone. "I don't know. Allison was on her knees, sitting on her heels as if praying. She gave Bethany a suspicious glance but didn't stop what she was doing. Bethany reached between Allison's body and Dustin's knees. She caressed Allison's chest, running her hand across stiff, hard nipples that felt like large pebbles beneath her palm. "Do you like that?" Another out-of-synch nod from Allison. "You like when I play with your tits?" she asked and Allison moaned. "How wet are you?"Bethany didn't wait for Allison's. They broke for lunch and break of two hours and prepared the lines for afternoon.After couple of beers and lunch, Daadu unbuckled his shorts, as did her Naanu, and said, "Sorry Neelu bete. We had to catch some fish otherwise your grandmother would have wondered. Ub hum dono achhay se aapkee choot maarayengay."Neelima gasped as her cunt and ass were getting a bit sore. She found herself flying in the air as her Naanu lifted her from behind and his hands supported her thighs as if she weighed. " , he says. Great , another job, you think to yourself, like you haven't done enough for him recently. But , your ego and your curiosity push you to ask ;" Does that gig have a name ?" Walter Black. A nobody. Works for the Mafia i heard. If your in , which i know you are, then i'll text ya the detail . Oh , and this one his a teamwork, ok? So , see you in an hour. " , he hangs up .Super-Great. A mafia cat. You never can get tired of them. You can never get tired of working for Jonathan.