The story would be a little longer, so please bear with it.So, before we start, let me tell you about the heroine of the story. Her name is Shravani (...ame changed for obvious reasons). She’s a 40-year-old married lady from Mumbai. She’s 5’3″ tall with sizes 34-30-36. She’s a fair-skinned, very beautiful lady. She has one 16-year-old son, but she doesn’t look like a mother of a 16-year-old son. She’s that hot. Let’s get into the story now.So, this story happened in 2020. I was in. I answeredthe call and heard Carl's voice on the other end. He lived in the sameapartment complex as I did, on the third floor two doors down. "HiBrian, sorry to bother you but could you stop down, I'm trying to movemy entertainment center and can't manage it myself" he asked. I didn'tsocialize with Carl much and since we worked at different times Ididn't see that much of him. But I figured he needed the help so Iagreed to go over. It was innocent enough but it still bothered me. Carl had. His pubic hair was matted with cum and cunt juice. I took the slick and spent cock in my mouth, cleaning the gooiness from it before releasing the rapidly deflating member.As I was doing this, John had moved around and wedged his cock into Yvonne's already used gaping cunt. John had a fierce grip on her hips, his fingers digging in as his cock ploughed into her. Yvonne started to cum, her legs twitching and her banshee screams building to a crescendo. John echoed with baritone pants as they. He was delivering some new clothes from New Look. He said "Debbie Costa?" as he wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. I said yeah, that's for me. "Sign here?" he said quietly, and I put a squiggle on the machine.It had been a hot day and I felt a little sorry for him - he looked a bit hot and flustered. So I said "you look like you could use a cold drink" He smiled and said thanks. As I walked back into the kitchen the click of my heels echoed loud as he followed me. I poured him a drink and I.