“You’re a pretty girl. My wife and I don’t have sex anymore and my daughter parades her half naked friends through the house. Maybe if you did...something for me, I could forget the rent for this months.”“I’m not doing that,” I said loudly.“It’s up to you, but if you can’t pay you have to be out in two weeks.”He turned to walk away, but I called him back. I had nowhere to go other than my mom’s and I knew her boyfriend was still there.“What do I have to do?”“Get undressed,” he demanded.I. I smiled and handed over all the things I had bought for her. I told “Lalitha you should wear the saree with navel showing.” She coyly went to come back dressed. I impatiently waited. My mother Lalitha came 15 minutes later with a tray in hand. The tray had a Whiskey bottle and packet of cigarettes. She gave a drink and I took the cigarette and started smoking. She came near and told me please tie the Mangalasutra (a thread indicating the sign of married woman). I want to have my husband do it.. She dismounted me, walked over to Stan and gave him the deepest k**s while he took two of his mammoth fingers and slipped it into her hairless little pussy. She’s moaning like that could be the biggest thing she’s ever had in her as I can see her creamy juices covering his fingers. She reaches down and pushes away his hand, then crawls up on the couch, and slides down on his cock, she’s in instant ecstasy. At first she works it slowly, trying to get use to the size and then she starts to build. The fat bouncer reached past me to pull a hundred from my wallet instead, smiled, and drew the curtain aside for me to enter.Once inside, I headed straight for my wife, who was swaying seductively to the music with her arms thrown around the neck of a curvy, attractive, mature redhead in a green, off-the-shoulder party dress.They seemed to be whispering to each other. My wife looked toward me, but didn't make eye contact, instead she seemed to look right through me as though I wasn't there. I.