I was really pissed. I had been waiting to fuck that cute little ass, now Patel is going to screw her with his fat Indian cock.Kelsey was a demon fi...hting Patel twisting and turning away.It was like wrestling match as Patel kept trying to pinher tight ass and she kept trying to escape.Dam, watching this fat bastard trying to ass fuck my daughter wasthe hottest thing I ever experienced. They were both red, sweatingand screaming. Patel was getting pissed. “Hold still you fucking Bitch.” . Then he directed her to the large potted palm by the window.She put her back to the plant, reached behind to grab the trunk with both hands, pushed her ass back and squatted, then let a gush of urine flow down into the planter, quite confident that this was perfectly normal behavior. Kelly stared at the ceiling and seemed to be counting. The three other people in the lobby stared in slack-jawed astonishment at Mrs. Johnson.Having finished her piss, Mrs. Johnson returned to an upright position. Once a month or something like that. This time it was such a time.We met at our place and Tom and I started with a beer but soon enough I got the bottle of whisky and put it on the table. The whisky loosened our tongues and Tom started to brag about his sexual stamina and the size of his cock."Well, you don't have more in that department than any other man," Shelly mocked him."How would you know? You've only seen mine!" Well, I've talked with... Kate." I haven't seen more than you!" my wife. I knew that you were the next chapter in my life and never considered otherwise. And knowing you the way I do, I knew that you felt the same about me." You're right, Mary. I've loved you since before Ron died, but never wanted to push you in your grief. I've only been divorced, and I know that it's not the same thing as death. I would have been quite happy just having you as a dear friend." Thank you, Sam. I always appreciated your friendship and your love. And even if the sex wasn't.