“Le sala motherchod apni Ma ka chut ka pura maza le. Ah, tera lund aise roz chodungi. dega na mujhe tera lund?” I couldn’t believe my own ears t...at I was so fluent with Hindi. It excited both of us. Joy joined in the fun with equal gusto.“Are sali randi, Sonali, bol roz chodne dogi tere is mother chod beta ko teri chut?”“Dungi, dungi mere motherchod beta. Tera jab bhi man kare dal dena tera lund tere ma ka pyasi chut mein.”Joy’s equivocal response got my pussy muscles contracting and expanding. Lots of lighting and wind. It woke me up and I quickly realized the power had been knocked out. I used my cell phone flash light to find my way upstairs to check and see if everything was alright. The storm was just getting started. I made it upstairs to find Van's step mom awake and shaking. Her name is Kim and she is a tiny petite thing. She is in her late 40's or early 50's. Kim was standing there in her sleep shirt. "I hate these storms, I really hate these storms." She said as a big clap. He didn't seem upset, but this was clearly something he was taking seriously."The biggest problem... MY biggest problem has been living in the same house with an incredibly sexy female and trying not to feel sexually attracted to her. When you add a second incredibly sexy female who doesn't mind at all if my dick tries to jump out of my pants every time she walks into the room... well, it makes my head hurt. Both of them." He smiled thinly at his little joke."Basically, I had to know if you. Acting like I couldn't care less is the hardest thing I've ever had to do considering the way my heart is hammering in my chest. She looks amazing! Her clothes and hair are wet from the rain and it only adds to her allure. "How are things?" Becky asks. "Oh you know, same as always. How are things here?" she says as she peels off her wet jacket. "Good too. Me and Michael are leaving for our cruise tomorrow and Matt has got himself a job." "He has?" she asks looking at me. "Yeah," I say and cough.