“sir, aap ko koi eitraz nahi?““ nahin yarr!! meri to fantesy hai, ke use koi chod kar sabak sikhaye“!! “to jald hi aapki fantesy sir real me...badal gayi samzo!!““impossible“ “ok , aap dekh lena““arey yar ravi kuchh hungama mat karna she is not like that, wo hungama karegi, police tak jayegi tum aur tumhare sath main bhi barbad ho jaunga“ “chinta mat kariye sir, ye prachand lund aab aapna kammal dikha kar hi rahega“!!aur mera hath pakad kar uske garam kadak lund par rakh kar rub karne laga.itne. That said, they were kind and loving to their adopted son.However, all of that made any partner’s families a complex thing I didn’t understand. The rivalry, and feuds, would become too much for me.I went online looking for a soul mate who was a similar age, and a single child of adopted parents.I met a few, some were aloof, some needy; some already married. They just wanted the thrill of an extra marital fuck. I was happy to oblige them.Then there was Liz. Her story was a little like mine, she. I knew she was close to coming herself when he pulled her head off of his cock.He looked her in the eyes and said: “You want me to fuck you?”Looking up, Anita just hissed: “Yes, please. Right here, right now.”He then pushed roughly Ana down on the blanket. She bunched her short little skirt up around her waist exposing her shaved wet glistening soaking wet pussy to him.Anita grabbed his big dick and helped him get it in, lifting her hips, softly urging him to fuck her with that big black dick. I said ok and then he said he was working as a dancer in clubs and bars. I asked y he was hiding this from me he said as it were bars where work he was unable to say it to anyone. I said would also join him for tonight for the dance. He got frightened tried in many ways to stop me but as I was eager to dance in front of others who were not friends I decided to go. He said he was going to take me upon one condition that I am not gng to say no to what he asks. I replied other than stopping me.