I was consumed with the idea of what she tasted like. At the end of my 8 hour shift I got on the bus for the long ride home.A man whom I had seen befo...e got on the bus and asked if he could sit next to me. Riding the bus everyday He often would sit close to me watching me when he didn’t think I noticed. He was a big black man. Virile and tall.Every time the bus doors would open I would catch a whiff of his cologne, damn he smelt good. He was dark with darting black eyes, long eye lashes, a. "Who are those shareholders?" Christopher asked when he and Michael were alone with George."My daughters," George chuckled. "They inherited their mother's shares."Michael and Christopher were still laughing several minutes later when George left.The two friends emerged from the tunnel at London Bridge Station. The young women were both nurses, but you couldn't tell - they were dressed up for a night out. They crossed Tooley Street. "Let's go through here," Stacey said. "We're a little bit. Main sofe ke ek kone pe baith. Shradha doosre kone mein peet tika kar meri god mein apni paaw rakh araam se baith bread plate pe nikalne lagi. Jaan boochkar usne apne paaw mere pant par lund ke upar rakhi aur muskurati hui bread par butter lagane lagi.Main bhi khali kyu baithta? Uske paaw ke neeche halke gudgudane laga.Shradha: Hahaha! Stop it, gudgudi mat karo.Main uski baat na mana aur dheere dheere gudgudate raha. Iska jawaab usne mere pant par zor se dabati hui mere lund ko masal kar. Miller said “Enough, come here.”I walked to stand by Mr. Miller and my half naked, unconscious mother. My father’s eyes tracked me the whole time. Mr. Miller lifted a hand and cupped one of my big tits, he rolled the nipple and roughly squeezed it while doing the same to one of my mother’s smaller tits. “I still don’t see it. Put your tits closer to hers whore.” I heard my father make a strangled sound as I straddled my mother and leaned over. I pressed my hard nipples up against hers and.