My cousin’s wifes name was Manisha (age 28) and his sisters name was Sonal (age 25). I first did not give any importance to those girls as I was not...so close to my Uncle’s family. I went out for some work and came in the evening at 6 pm, by that time everyone was in casual home dresses, the 2 girls Manisha and Sonal also wore there home pajamas and tops, I noticed that Sonal the cousin sister has real nice round boobs and also had a slim body with a cute ass. Then my attention went to Manisha. Quickly she replied, "The French Revolution, Bobbie. That was the year the Paris mob stormed the Bastille." Okay, Sue. We had ours and they had theirs. Were the results the same?" No, Bobbie, they were not. Their revolution resulted in the king being beheaded. It was followed by the Reign of Terror with thousands of people losing their lives. That dissolved into the Directory and then came Napoleon. As late as 1810, there were guillotines in every town square in France with weekly public. I ran my hands over his body and squeezed in a way I never had before as he sucked me. As I worked down to his hips, and while reaching under to massage his balls, I found him turning his legs and ass towards me, trying to give me better access to them. While I worked his beautiful balls and rubbed that rock hard cock, I moved my other hand down his back and to his ass. There was no hesitating this time, I squeezed and rubbed that ass, bringing on his moans again as I did so. I worked my hands. The hut had caused a few arguments between her and her elderly neighbours, which had festered and resulted in them not talking to one another for the last two years. Not even the death of Linda, Bob's wife had eased any tensions.But somehow she felt sorry for old Bob today. He was struggling up the small garden path with his weeding tools after reappearing from his hut.Misha had noticed him yesterday at the same time while she had stopped for a quick bite and to listen to some soothing music..