Uncle Raj is 55 years old, and nearly 5 feet 11 inches tall and huge, he has got a big paunch or rather a pot belly.Uncle Raj and me are the best of f...iends, though his age, he is still young at heart. We drink together when he is in town and have a nice time going to dance bars and all these places. So mom is always annoyed when uncle Raj comes cause I'm home late. This went on and whenever he used to come, we used to send food to his place sometimes and he really used to appreciate my moms. Marjorie moved but not quick enough, earning her a nice decent bit of liquid, coolingly to run over along her head and dribble down her face, neck, and even shoulders. “No. Trust me, it feels good. You need it.” Mark said as he noticed her reaction to the canteen rising above her head. He even went as far as to place his other hand against the opposite side of her head and pushed it near where the stream would be. It wasn’t force. It was guidance. Guidance which Marjorie couldn’t, nor never. It was almost as bad as the crappy red cross on a white background that Sir Norman still didn't properly associate with the country of his birth. Spin it by forty-five degrees and it resembled the symbol for a charitable organisation whose services across the globe had stretched beyond breaking point. And who'd want a nation of shopkeepers to be reduced to the status of a high street charity shop?Still, however shitty modern England was, it could never be worse than the Congo. Although Sir. I looked up and saw my wifes car,a group of lads and girls stood round,not many so i crept over ,the group was at the front and i saw Clair kneeling down by the front wheel blowing a lad off,she looked up at me and stopped,the guy looked at me and back down at Clair smiled and asked `is he next?`,i ran my hands through her hair and turned her mouth back to the guy`s cock telling her to carry on.I looked over his shoulder to catch my wife spread eagled over the car bonnet,her wrists tied to each.