She was tall (I'd say about 5-9 or 5-10), thin and strong, a perfect cyclist's body which she got from riding a couple of hours each day. She also had...a great rack, which I know is probably a disgusting way to talk about my aunt, but it was true. Her tits were large and full, and firm for their size. More and more often I would found myself staring at them: the round curves beneath her arms; the slight jiggle as she sat; or, on occasion, the definite hint of her nipples stiffening beneath shirt. This is not a competition. Tom is your main squeeze. If you like, I can be your ‘bit on the side.’ Sharon smiled, winked, and wiggled her hips. Ashleigh breathed a huge sigh of relief, jumped up from the chair and rushed to hug Sharon, whispering ‘Thank you, Oh Sharon, thank you.’ Then, with a quick kiss, she spun and ran to the door. When she opened the door, Tom was standing there with a wine bottle in each hand, still dressed in his open shirt and swim trunks. Ashleigh flew into his arms,. "I knew it! You want to fuck me again like that, don't you?" "Oh you muscular hunk of mine, do shut up." Laura said with a naughty twinkle in her eyes.She took his hard cock in her mouth and began to deepthroat him. "Ahh, baby, I take it back, I'm sorry." Jan groaned as he watched her work his cock like the pro that she was. The thought of closing his eyes was there but he didn't do it. He loved that bobbing head of hers. Then she was looking at him again, very intently. "Babe, why'd you stop?". They immigrate to another country whose people welcomed them with open arms. These kindhearted people just wanted to help these unfortunate souls."The immigrants are industrious but this is not their country, not their culture, not their landsmen, not their laws. Many of them are bitter and hold a grudge against their naïve hosts. Some of them gravitate to the shadier side of the law where they are more comfortable, where there is less competition. Probably by accident, one of them meets or.