Main hamesh us ke ghar chuti ke din jata tha main jab bhi jata tha tow wo akser apne ghar ke kaam main lagi rehti thi magar mare se hamesh free batain...kerti thi wow bohat hey sexy he us ki age he 37 saal figure size he “34 -30-36”,fair colour same like milk wo hamesh fiting salwar kamees pehnti thi oor kaam ke time roop us ke boobs hamesh us ki kamees se adha baher dikjte theEk din wow kaam hey ker rahi thi ke mari nazar us ke boobs pe pari tow main us ke paas gaya our us ko kaam main madad. Later while taking dinner my wife told me thatRameshwarji had come to Mumbai for searching a job in Mumbai for Vinita. Vinita was married in 1999 to Rameshwar’s only son Gokul. Gokul was working in a company at Kolhapur. In their family only five persons were there, Rameshwar, Gokul, Gokul’s mother, Vinita and their 5 years old son. They were staying in Kolhapur in their ancestral House. Last year Gokul died in a road accident. He was the only earning member of the family and it was now obvious. “No, no, no!” I said. “Take it out.”He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.“Slowly. Like I fucked you. Make love to my ass.”I put my feet back over his shoulders. Eric lined his cock up. I tightened my ass ring as tight as it would go. His cock couldn’t enter. Then he got it. He fingered me. First one, then a second. I loosened up enough for him. He placed his knob at my entrance. I wanted him so badly. He slowly pushed in. I tightened up as he got to my ring.“Gently.” I said. “Take it. I’ve no realistic career path, except being a mercenary, which would be a desperate occupation after what I had experienced and relied on, with worse conditions, poorer weapons, uncertain leadership and support to the standard soldiers with my experience are accustomed to. The mercenary business is basically a long drawn out attempted suicide with reducing returns and even less satisfaction in a job well done. Being a postman keeps me active and on the move, and every day I get satisfaction in.