My granddaughter had given me so much pleasure today, I didn’t care what the financial damages were. Her giggles still echoed through my brain. This...girl was radically different from the one that had emerged at the airport. I wondered what my daughter, Cara, would think if she could see Rachael now.Maybe I should call her. Check in. Give her a progress report. What had happened to cause a rift between the two? I checked the time. Five after five. That meant Cara was still at work. Maybe. ”She told me there is a family function at their place. So she had to go with them for 4 days to take care of them. I also did not say anything. Four days later when my mother came back. She looked too sexy. She came back wearing a saree but with a backless blouse.Her boobs were like trying to come out of the blouse, showing ample cleavage. The saree was quite thin too which stuck around her ass and it looked tight too. She started working. It was almost a month. I could see a lot of changes in. I said ok and went to by stuffs she told me. I was coming after buying bread and eggs, I was moving inside maingate i heard a recognised female voice taking my name. I turned around and Mouni was there. As i told you earlier and in my last story that i was leaving with Bhaiya in her 3 storage house in which in 1st floor he lives , in 2nd I, but i didn’t tell anything about 3 floor. On 3rd floor Monika lives. We called her Mouni(nickname). Mouni was Mayanti’s realtives daughter who lives in. The soft velvet skin inside was a perfect foil to my rough tongue. He squirmed and pushed against me with every deep intrusion of my tongue. I was getting tired, but the sounds he was giving me were worth it, and I couldn't stop.He breathed heavily, almost desperately."Oh fuck. OH fuuuuck..."His huge tool stayed hard the entire time, and I slowly pumped his shaft while tongue-fucking his tight asshole. His balls were bouncing off my forehead I was so deep in his round little ass. Using his.