So today would be no different as she came in and sat down with her cup of coffee.“Good morning Dave,” she said cheerfully as she sat in my extra ...ffice chair and crossed her legs. “What are you working on so early in the morning?” she queried before she took a sip of her steaming hot coffee.“Good morning Becca,” I replied as I clicked on the icon I made to open the spiral program. “It’s just a little side show I am working on in my spare time.” I was a little hesitant to tell her that it was. Me ye sunkar ro padha par bhabhi nhi mani to mene unka hath pakda to bhabhi boli dont touch me or mujhse jane ko kha….or gate band kar diya….Me apne ghr a kr rone lga….Phir mene bhabhi ko 5 mahino tak bhut bar manaya par bhabhi nhi mani yha tak unhone mere ek bhi call ko attend tak nhi kiya or na hi kisi msg ka rply kiya….Me bhut tut chuka tha….bhagwan se roz dua krta tha k bhabhi man jae or akhir wo waqt bhi a gya jb bhabhi man gae….Hamare ghr k pas ek bhaiya rhte he unki shadi thi to hum sab. I could feel it swirl over my ass, then back up to my balls, then back to my ass, powerfully pushing her tongue in as far as she could. It went on for what seemed an eternity and felt so fucking good! It was so hot and wet, soft and hard at the same time, swirling and twisting in my ass. And then, without warning, she stopped. I looked up from my daze, to see her propped up between my legs, her lips were swollen, her face was slobbery wet and her hair was wild and straggly. Her huge tits. Being nosey, he opened the mailbox and saw that the name on the Car and Driver Magazine was Todd Harcourt. At least he had a name to put with the description of the supposed mortgage broker, sports enthusiast, and openly gay black man he was about to meet. Scott had purchased enough food for a week, all frozen dinners and semi-prepared deli foods and the like; he wasn’t a great cook and didn’t want to piss this guy off by trying to be creative in the kitchen when he knew good and god damn.