As planned Manu called me with his mom in the next room but in the audible range words like, “Hey yaaro maga aa aunty WhatsApp yest hot iddaro?” (...��Who is that maga in your WhatsApp, the hot aunty?) The next time I was in Manu’s home I left the Whatsapp open.It had hot pics from the number stored as Mysore Milf which was sent by Manu on my instruction. She had secretly seen the messages which Manu had noticed and told me later. The stage is totally set for the main event of breaking and tasting. She could only imagine how much more she'd enjoy an orgy.The thought of fucking and sucking another woman didn't bother her. The practice didn't either. She'd figured out she was bi a long time ago; with the shit in her past, she'd almost had to learn to love it – she had had her face buried in her mom and auntie's cooches as long as she could remember. Hell, her momma had told a story at parties and such about how she didn't like sucking on her momma's nipples but loved sucking on her momma's. “Mmm ... Stacey would be so jealous of that tray right now!” Amber commented.“That is so true. She’d be green with envy!” Katie snickered as Karen planted a lip lock on both ladies.“I don’t know who Stacey is, or what that’s about, but I can tell you guys this much. I’m done with Sylvester, that’s my husband, and everything that he stands for, in fact. And I’m moving in with my brother now. I don’t care where he lives, but I’m moving in with him. I’m gonna stay with him for the rest of my. I looked around the darkroom and made sure everything was alright, turned on the interior lights and went out into the garage and opened my backdoor. I was expecting it to be my wife but instead, standing in the doorway was Monica James, my twenty-something next door neighbor. "Hi Monica, what can I do for you?" I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor." Uh, I guess so, what do you have in mind?" Well I was thinking about having some profession photographs taken for my husbands birthday.