Ghar par bahut aana jaana bhi hai kabhi kabhi raat ko bhi ruk jaate hai ek dusre ke ghar par… waise to mai unhe aunty hi kehta tha par hum dono mai ...ajak bhi bahut chalti thi…Majak majak mai unhe sexy, bomb, item, maal bhi keh deta tha aur wo has jaati thi… ab ek baar mai vikas ke ghar kuchh questions samajhne gaya…to vikas nahi tha bas aunty hi thi… maine puchha aunty se vikaas kaha hai…unhone kaha apne uncle ke yaha hai…Maine kaha thik hai aunty baad mai aata hu fir. Unhone kaha ki beta wait. Or whyyou're helping me."Stanley thought for a moment, then shrugged. It would all be over soon,anyways. Besides, it felt like a relief to talk to someone withoutpretending to be someone else. "I'm.. I'm like you. I was workingundercover in the cartel. Then traitors in the DEA tried to kill me."Anthony nodded, and motioned for Stanley to keep going as began doingpush-ups."I knew I couldn't go to the government for help. If I went back withoutuncovering the spy ring, the cartel would find me and. ” She swallowed. “We’ll talk later.”I nodded and bent down over the desk. I pressed my aching nipples into the smooth surface. I lost my virginities on the desk. Both of them. I fucked my first girl and was fucked by my first futa. I even ate my first pussy.My mother’s left hand pressed onto my lower back while her right lingered on my rump. She gave my butt-cheek a squeeze and my dick throbbed. My pussy ached, the juices flowing. I felt all those eyes on me, watching, squirming.I remembered. "I'm halfway ta clean already. But I need sumpthin' ta look forward to..." Hey, no guilt trips," Paul rolled his eyes. "What about when you go back to work?" I dunno." Tabitha shrugged. "You gotta thing 'bout hookers?" Not as a customer." Paul scratched his head. "I couldn't afford to. As a boyfriend, well, I'm not a pimp... How much do work and play get mixed up?"Tabitha sucked her teeth. "I didn't play much," she admitted. "Work kinda took the fun outta it." She eyed him slyly, "Mebbe you'd.