What to do? What to say?The truth."I don't have my birth certificate with me, sir."Harold smiled."No problem. We'll just take your word for it. Do y...u have any ID foryour address?" Not really." No problem."I told Harold when I was born and gave the halfway house address.Three minutes later, he asked me to look into a camera and smile.I did."There you are, miss. There's a $50 fee, but we'll just waive that.Do you like your picture? I could take another." No, this is fine. Wait. This isn't a. The night before we had shared a motel room where Tom was tormented as my wife and I fucked in the very next bed or rather put on a show for him. Now he watched in the mirror as we made our way to the vans fold down bed and began fucking and whispering. “You want him to help me fuck you don’t cha?” I asked. My lil slut responded, “Uh huh, ya know his cocks hard and he needs a turn.” She suggested we switch at a rest stop and continued talking dirty until I came all over her belly. As she. .mein uncle ke room mein gaya tabhi dekha lata ka padar nikala hua. uske boobs blouse maise dikh rahe the..main uske baju mein so gaya uski kamar pe hath rakha..use laga main uncle hu. to wo mujhse chipak gayi. tab maine bhi uske blouse mein piche se hath dala . uski bra ko hath lagaya .phir main utha aur mera shirt nikal diya. aur phir use chipak gaya. to uske boobs mere chhati (chest)pe lag rahe the. aur mera hath uske kamar mein tha..jannat jaisa lag raha tha..tabhi mein hath uske boobs pe. “The reason I ask,” I explained, while watching his reaction, “I’m in the same situation you are. I miss the sex life John and I had before kids. I miss getting kinky . . . him tying me up and fucking me silly, that sort of thing. I thought we would return to that kind of sex life now that we’re alone more, but that hasn’t happened.”He just stared at me and my mood soured a little. Maybe this was a really bad idea.“I’m sorry, Steve,” I said, putting my hand on his wrist. “I guess that was a.