"Yew stay right where you are--don't move a muscle!", he bellowed, deftly thrusting a hairy forearm right in front of my nose and practically stabbing...Rikki in the eye with an outstretched forefinger. He seemed to be looking at her moist breasts and full thighs, not at her poker face."... and yew get outta the car!" Yessir", I said in a low voice. I wanted to make it clear that I was compliant without openly kissing his ass."Git yer hands on the side!" I spread-eagled demurely and he patted me. Contextually, asha, my wife, was in traditional Sharee and blouse etc. The old-man now looked at standing asha, silently and then fixed his eyes on her breasts.And before assuming his job he asked my wife if she wanted a ‘perfect fitting’ of her Kameez ? She was a bit taken aback by his words, and said out, “Certainly perfect-fitting; why? What’s up ?He smiled, and placed one his hand on her shoulder, in front of his young assistant who was aged hardly 18 years! And yanked her pallu aside, thus. 'Damn!' he said looking down to his swollen member. 'You like this shit do you?' he laughed enjoying the feel of being so hard again.He hadn't had a good hard-on in five years and figured it was his age creeping up on him. But, after reading a few of the stories on the web site, he quickly realized his cock was fine and wanted something different. He thought of his daughter. 'I wonder if she'd fuck an old man?' he laughed thinking of her long brown hair and her cute, little eighteen-year-old. We started talking then suddenly she drew her hands closer to my dick on the other side of the wall. I don’t from where I got the courage I just held her from her hair and planted a hard smooch on her lips she did not resist . That was a green signal then i went in to his home and lock the door from insidedrew her closer and started fumbling with her body starting with the neck. She was moaning slowly “ooomh oh jhon i love u very much I love u so much “tum kahan the aab tak” She pushed me on.