“I know,” I said.I fell to my knees behind Gretchen. I lifted his wife’s hips, her ass firm beneath the salmon-colored skirt. I drew it up her t...ighs, stroking her silk-smooth skin. She moaned about her husband’s cock as I uncovered her ass.“Mmm, what a sexy pair of underwear,” I purred, staring at the gray panties. It was made of a mesh lace, allowing hints of her butt-cheeks to peek through the gaps in the pattern. “Did you wear those for me?”Gretchen groaned about her husband’s cock while. She tried to stop me I pushed her down and by that time rao got time he picked up his shirt and ran towards the door opening it he just ran away.I chased him till the door and stopped at the door. i banged the door and went back by that time my mom dressed back and was shocked,shameful and was crieng with face in the hands. “stop acting ma I know you are a bitch how can you do this”“i am sorry I got carried away please excuse me ” i slumped in the chair with frustration. she cried for some time. He began to pour the champagne at the tip of her chin, following its trail down her skin with his tongue. He drizzled the cold champagne across her bountiful breasts and onto her nipples, they responded by become long and tight and hard. He nibbled and sucked each one to its fullest point of erection. Gina moaned with pleasure. He made his way between the mounds of her breasts with his tongue, but held onto them, still teasing them with his fingers, as he slid his tongue down the length of her. All she needed was for him to fix her life. She pulled her cart inside and allowed the door to close her off from the din of bustle of people in the corridor outside. She had never been up to the twentieth floor. She had never been in the Penthouse Suite. It was a huge expanse of rooms, probably around 2000 square feet. It was bigger than her apartment. It was huge. She snooped around Devkumar’s personal possessions picking up clothes, photos, and books. Then, she saw it, the diamond cross. It.