Ko jhor masalta hua kaha rani jab tak nahi kahogi mai nahi chodunga mai ne aur jhor se masalne laga aur chatpatane lagi aur boli meri nipple codo mai ...oltee hun mai bola pahela bato phir chodunga wo boli batati hun baba batati hun mai jhor nipple ko chutki may lekar masalanelaga aur kaha jaldi bolo rani nahi to aur jhor se masloo kiya to wo dhire se bolnay lagi chudai mai bola ab huyi na bat. Neha ko mai gale ke upar kiss kar rahata aur may nipple ko chod ke kampar par hathphira raha tha aur. . G'nite." He put his head down, trying not to look at us as he passed and went into the bathroom. "Goodnight Tom," Jess said with a slight pout. "Goodnight Tom," I repeated. I had never thought of us having a threesome with Tom, but he was such a good friend, it suddenly seemed like a good time. I wondered if her ever felt like a third wheel when he hung around us. He never brought a girl with him when he came to visit in Sandusky, and come to think of it, we didn't see him with a girl in. He was pretty tall, maybe 6 feet or a bit more, and wearing jeans, black boots, and a black tee shirt which outlined his finely built physique. The girl was petite and very cute with her long blond hair and gorgeous tan standing in black heels. The bikini straps of her pink tank top were halfway off her shoulders and her perfectly round tits were exposed as the tank top was pushed under her breasts and bunched up around her waist. Her nipples like tiny mountain peaks. His left hand was gripping. She was almost startling to look at and she was his granddaughter. When he actually stopped to think about that his heart skipped a beat. Tracy, his daughter-in-law, stood, bisected by the frosted glass, and waved at him. She blew him a kiss, ‘Have fun Miya, you too Dad,’ and moved on. This afternoon was his. ‘Up to you Miya, we can get cheeseburgers anywhere, Burger King’s right around the corner.’ She was more concerned with the board, processing series of opening moves in her head. Finally,.