.When I got back to bed, she was all set to go again...Bureaucracy in the Balkans is like ... bureaucracy anywhere, times ten. Or maybe twenty, or eve... fifty. The difference is, in England, you have to fight your way through it and produce all the right paper work, fill in all the right forms and tick all the boxes. In Bulgaria, you have to buy your way through it. It took a week, but at the end of it, at a cost of just over a thousand Euros, she had a birth certificate and a passport, both of. .I got late due to heavy work load..I returned late that night..I knocked the door..My mil opened the the door.She was in her nighty…For the first time i noticed her figure..Even in the age of 50 she was just like sex goddess..Then i entered my room..And asked about my wife..She said that whole day she was upset and went bed early..So i finished my diner,then went to my room..I saw my wife lying on the bed..I kissed on her fore head and slept side her…Then suddenly i heard a small crying. In his defense, it wasn't written in stone that we spent our afternoons together every day. We did it only twice a week so, but there had never been a resistance before. No hesitation.Thursday was bad. He had made no mention of the upcoming weekend and any plans we had of working with his dad. I tried to remember when we went over this last week, and was pretty sure it was Wednesday or Thursday. So when 2:30 rolled around and he still hadn't brought up the subject, I knew I wouldn't be around. Seeing these hunky black guys helping my wife and daughter out of their clothes was a seriously hot sight and my cock was straining in my jeans.This fact was not lost on Maria who reached out to rub my growing bulge through my jeans before unzipping them and letting fall to the floor.She started to reach into my boxers and as she felt up and down my rigid shaft, we started to kiss slowly but deeply. I unhooked her bra to reveal impressively firm breasts with nipples that I just had to hungrily.