So much so Ritchie's dad calls his son "The Feeder"."You've reassured me that I'm not gay... bi, maybe."We were, by now, a couple of streets from Ritc...ie's flat. I could listen to this guy all night, but I knew I had to rescue Paul from my insatiable wife.I drew up outside Ritchie's tenement block. I was waiting for it..."You want to come up?" And there it was. Sure I wanted to! But Michelle had had enough excitement for one night. I felt a touch of post-coital guilt kick in."No, I've got to go. Since you put it that way. I mean, what do I need to get home for. I can stay tonight and leave tomorrow afternoon. That's if you don't mind my hanging about for another day." "Oh great. This is turning out to be a special weekend. I'd love to have you stay Lavinia. How nice. Well that's settled then. Mike, we'll all three have dinner here tonight. Don't ruin you appetite while you're out, okay? I'll make us something nice. Great." With that I finished up my breakfast and gave Mom a peck on the. I squeezed and pinched her nipples. She asked me to stop and gave me a big grin and said that I was really good and this was the best experience and she wanted me to fuck her . I told her whats the rush , there is more to come…Sonam gave me a confused look , what more do you plan to here ? I smiled and slowly pushed my hand under the saree. I felt her milky soft thighs and my hands reached the garden of eden. I was pleasantly surprised to find a silky smooth pussy. I felt the area around her. She was only fourteen and the Germans never bothered her. Seeing two of the women they had bothered with told me why. They were both very pretty and had fantastic tits. As Mrs. M. began treating my leg her daughter stirred and woke up. She was a stunning beauty with reddish blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles. She was ecstatic about the American invasion and we had to tell her to be quiet several times. The bleeding on my shin had never completely stopped and my pant leg was saturated with.