He could be so selfish at times. And in an attempt to cause an argument he insisted on sneaking a few bottles into the cinema with him.Once inside the...complex I collected the tickets and went to queue for some popcorn. Mike as usual headed for the arcade games, leaving me to wonder how on earth our relationship had lasted this long.Then, standing in the queue, for better or worse, my evening was about to change."You're very beautiful," a grey-haired gentleman in his late sixties said, grinning. She stood there, frail and fragile with a loose sari messed around her legs. She dared not to face him and looked at the window right to her. She was trembling and her breasts took the rhythm of her breath.Her blouse, though old fashioned revealed much of her midriff, making her tempting for Ashok. She was a bit plump at her belly and her navel was deep and oval which made it look more endearing. Ashok was quick as his hands reached her hips and drew her closer.As she was facing sideways, he. I smiled and started playing the game again. She leaned back on her elbows on the bed and said: "Please ask your mother to go out more often, change her wardrobe and she really needs to stop being so serious."I turned my face toward her, took a quick glance at her tight and perky breasts and replied: "Will do." She should be more like my mom," said Kim.And that got me thinking. Kim was right. Mother should be more like Sharon.Kim and Sharon stayed until lunch and after taking shower and. .. I salivated.I grasped his thick cock in my hand, fisting up and down the shaft. He was so much larger than my husband. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. My lips sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the black whiskers of his mustache.“Goddamn, ain’t she just a rich slut,” he growled. “You see your mama, girl?”“Yes,” my daughter groaned, her face red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the.