The soap covers my aging body as the thoughts continue to flow through my mind. Why does she stay? Why do the girls love me as much as they do? Dryi...g quickly, I slip on my jeans as I prepare for another day of construction. The sun will be beating down in Alabama. With some luck it’ll rain this afternoon. That will allow me come home sooner. Back home. With Kim and the girls. Kim and I will cuddle on the sofa again like last night. Watching the girls play and laughing as they dress their. I noticed Oleg had made his way to Guy’s mixing desk and was now using his iPad to browse for the next song. God forbid Hava Nagila or Yo Ya was actually up next: I had to draw the line somewhere. Likewise, L’chaim would probably be pushing it, but I doubted the entire Fiddler playbook would be available. Still, I was a bit nervous as Oleg flipped through the catalogue. To fill the gap, I chatted with the audience a bit. Not sure what I said, but it was probably something about having had a. I somehow brought myself back to reality and stepped out to do what I had forgotten by now.But even this wasn’t what aroused in me the strong and mad desire to fuck her hard ass, her naughty pussy, and her milky white big tits. Which I eventually did. It was the last instance that had made all the difference.So this time, I remembered why I was stepping out to buy some ‘dhaniya’ for dinner. I put the coins in the same place, in the same black shorts, and stepped out in the same slippers. The. Us ny apni shirt aur paint utar di to us k underware sy koi mota sa ( lund ) nikla aur mien us ko diakh kar hairan reh giae us ny mera hath apny lund par rakh dia woh bot hard ahr long tha bot mota.Us ny mjy bitha k woh mery honto mein diany lga mien ny nien kha to us ny zabrdasti mery moon mien dal dia ajeeb sa zaiqa tha mien ny thori diar bhad bahir nikal dia. Us ny kaha k abi yeh tmari chut mien jaye ga mein ny no kaha k yeh nein ja sakta bot mota hai but us ny mujy mana lia aur mery chut.