I exit the car and leave it in the driveway making my way to the front door and wait after knocking. I’m greeted by a tired looking man in sweatpant... and a t shirt who I assume is Sydney’s father. “Hello is Sydney home,” I ask and he gives me a surprised look. “Yes and its Christmas, who are you,” her assumed father asks. “I’m Guy, we’re friends from school,” I should say she’s my only friend but let’s not seem super loser right now. I watch him call out to Syd in the house and I quietly wait.. After a moment Kat sat down at his table and they began to really speak to one another.Before long they both rose and approached the original three and now sat with them. The man had a neutral expression on his face, but Kat seemed to be beaming as she approached.As the two of them approached they could see that the man with her was about her height, which made him well shorter than either Dusty or Seth. He was dressed in a tan looking shirt, dark pants, and had a sword and scabbard in his hand. I remember the conversation we had about not doing this on her own, i would always have to be in the room with her so she felt safe, i couldnt beleive she was fucking a guy without me agreeing or being there, i felt a bit angry but so horny at the same time, so i calmed down and pushed my thoughts asside.The door to the room was open slightly so i had a clear view of the bed, i could see side-on into the room, Mrs C was on all fours, her big white ass in the air, head down on the bed facing the. Sali….ramalar.. Guder mato tor gud chude chude dhile kore debo…….Ka : tai kor….ooohhh….ha..ha…eibhabe…thapa..aaahhh…ki sukh…ramala..Sali.. Gudmarani…aro jore tep….tipe tipe amar doodh kha….Ra : mar mar sala……nijer kakimar…gud mar…sala mere mere gud phatiye de…Ka : ooohh….sala aro jore thapa …..chude chude amar pet kore de….aaaiihhh…. Sala chodonbaj…ooohhh sala ki thapachhis re ….ooohhh…sala kukurer mato heke heke thapa….ooohhhh…ooohhhhh…ooohhhhh…..oh sala pichan theke chodale ki.