................................For a moment Uncle John just stood and looked. A little in shock and not sure what he was seeing. Sam was sat on the f...oor, legs folded beneath her at unusual angles. Her skirt had ridden up over her hips, exposing her lace thong, pulled to one side uncovering her shaved snatch. Her arms hung limply, hands trailing on the floor. Her body, slumped to one side, resting against the vanity unit, her head lolled lifelessly on her shoulder. A long string of spit. One of these younger reporters moonlighted periodically for The Beat magazine, probably just using the side-job as an excuse to hang out with jazz musicians downtown. Pete Elliot, writer and jazz enthusiast became my best friend at the paper, and often dragged me to smoky clubs, where stereotypical skinny men with goatees and berets hung out with statuesque brunettes with long long cigarette holders. Everyone dressed in black turtlenecks. I didn't get it.Neither did the real musicians.Pete and. As he left I made a call to him and asked “what is this up to?”, he said “he is dying afar of me so joining me in my home.”Next morning he came and shifted in our house with some cheep furniture on first floor, me with both kids and my father in law also reached upstairs to see how he is shifted.He welcomed us both, we sit there for sometime then my father in law suggested me “would like to have some tea and snacks with Kunal”.I said “I will be back soon with the same” and I came down while my. So i stood up and started stretching bending my ass towards him in the hole and even squatted down by the hole.That when he stuck his massive dick through. WOW....Now i knew i had him. I blew a breathe on his dick but never touched the went back to stretching my legs again.Then I sat down play with my nipples again he pulls his dick out the hole and he is looking at me at me again. Now I am ready i just get up and say" its to tight in this booth" and i walk out. Then dude opens his door and.