I felt the warm wetness seeping through the cotton and soaking my hand. David had cum in his underwear.“Sorry, Joey,” David muttered, looking emba...rassed.I kissed him and assured him it was okay as I continued to squeeze the bulge of his cock, enjoying his warm, sticky semen on my hand.The sight of David sprawled out on the floor, with his legs spread and his briefs soaked in cum, his stiff cock straining against the wet cotton, will forever be the most erotic sight I have ever seen.“You want. After sometime bhabhi realized that her boobs are visible and felt shy. She covered it with dupatta and felt shy. Soon she left the place and got busy with other work. Later in the evening, all the kids were saying that they want to go to a park.So, it was decided that bhabhi will take them and I will also join. Bhabhi took a bath and did shampoo. The smell was killing mine and the driver’s dicks. It was like someone kept flowers on the dick. Bhabhi wore a sleeveless blouse with normal bra. “I think we get along well. Do you?”“Oh, yes. Very well, Mr. Tate. Uh…I mean Randy.”“Good! I know we have a professional relationship, but I think we can be friends too. Do you think that’s possible?”“I would like to be your friend.”“Sweet doggie! That’s what I was hopin’ you’d say!”Miro grinned.“Since we’re friends now,” the father of three started. “We should be honest with one another.”“Agreed,” said Miro.“I have a personal question for you.”“What is it, Randy?”“Are you a homosexual?”“Uh…I’m. At home, she favors cut-off sweat-shorts and Fruit-of-the-Loom tank tops, assorted colors, a size too small. Her breasts stretch the fabric between them into shadowy grooves, and her nipples, usually erect, are sharply defined. I detect no panty line beneath the shorts. Perhaps she wears a thong, though none are to be found in her underwear drawer. Perhaps she wears nothing. It is something to think about.Regina doing dishesShe stands barefoot at the sink, in a powder-blue top and matching.