From what we learned later, apparently Dad ran to his ‘friends’ and they needed all that knowledge he still had in his head. Computer passwords, a...count numbers, and the digital locations where he had filtered their money through. There were millions of their dollars they had not been able to get at since he had been in prison. So they hid him … till it hit the news exactly what else he had done. They might need him but they sure as hell didn’t want to be caught hiding him, not after that. So. My fingers started rubbing my cunt lips.Aunty removed her bra, and her magnificent boobs sprung into view. Dad grabbed her big tit in both hands and started squeezing and sucking like he would suck a mango, along with slurping sounds. Aunty removed his kurta, dad managed to untie her petticoat knot and it fell like a heap around her ankles. She was not wearing a pantie.Aunty started moaning loudly and was rubbing his face on her tits; she made him stand up and untied his pajama. My heart was. It was quite fancy, extravagant, and impressive. His thoughts soon of course turned to the women of the hotel. Most of the guests were already married, and he found it hard to communicate with the staff, attractive as they were. One morning, he went to the lounge for a little relaxation. He saw a very beautiful woman reading alone in a large chair over by the World War I memorial. Who knows, he thought as he sat down next to her, she could turn out to be very nice. It was worth a try. ‘Um, hi.’. .?” she pauses, looking at me.“Uhm... G is for something?” I wrack my brain for a G sex word. “Come on B, unlock your dirty.... we know you can do it” Logan encourages.“Uhm G is for GAGS!” I say, thinking about the penis gag from yesterday. “Good one B!” June singsongs. “G is for gags, ring and cock, and ball to name a few!” “And gangbang,” Logan adds.“H is for?” “Humiliated” I snap back. “Hentai,” “Hogtie!” from the others.“I is for?” “intercourse” I call out. “Incest”, “Insert.