There’s plenty of time for celebration later,” she said, sensing his hand tighten around her fingers.“I know then, let’s meet at the Red Lion ...onight for a drink. We can talk about it then,” he suggested.“Hmm, OK, but I can’t be out late, I have to be at the orphanage at eight tomorrow morning.”“Again? You’re always over there”“What do you mean? I haven’t been there for about ten days, ever since Reading Period started.” She looked straight ahead, dropping his hand.“I don’t know, just seems. I visited my village during rainy season, as less crowd in Goa I got holidays during rainy season. I took some gifts, one pair of shirts for my brother and make up kit for my dear parul bhabhi. I reached home, no one was there other then my dear parul, I love to call her with name. Hi parul … And in mind ,, haaii paarull mm mmmOk so there she was, not expecting anyone, sitting at floor she was cleaning utensils. She was wearing ghagra choli, without chunri. She was sitting in position as her. I spanked his sweet cheeks quite hard and Harrison took it without complaint.“Thank the man!” Said Polly.“Thank you Sir.” Said Harrison.I looked down at his lovely hole. “Does your pussy need loosening up?” I asked.“Yes Sir, please lick my pussy Sir” He submissively pleaded in front of his girlfriend. I sank to my knees and looking Polly in the eyes began rimming her boyfriend with passion. Her mouth dropped open. She moved her hands under the duvet.I stroked my cock as I licked, Harrison with. Now the next door neighbour was a good 20yrs older than me I"d say in his early 60s, tall ,slim with silver hair and mouchtache he"d been widowed for about five years and I can remember growing up in my teens and he would always be lurking about and he would stare at me while undressing me with eyes I found this quite creepy and was relieved when left home at the age of 18.the wine which he"d brought with him was very nice and he kept topping my cup up saying it all had to be drunk as he.