As we ate Babs came by our table with her tray and nodded to Sugar as she passed. I couldn't help but notice as she walked by that she quite a nice as..., poured into designer jeans. I saw her sit down with what must have been her son, about 19 or 20. Her hair was perfectly coiffed and she was dressed quite well after she took off the Buckeye zippered hoodie. As she peeled back the hoodie off her shoulders to go over the back of the chair her chest was thrown out there and again I was surprised. I couldn’t solve Mom yet. But I had to try and solve Tiffany.I got my first chance midmorning, while Mom was off in the back doing whatever the hell she did when she was off in the back. Tiff and I had already started playing a game of Go, but I think we were both just killing time in anticipation of Mom’s departure.“We need to talk.”She didn’t respond, not even to look up at me.“Seriously, Tiff. I need to understand this.”She looked up at me, her face carefully neutral.“Why?”“Why? Because…. Mene kaha acchi lagti ho fir aunty mere pass aayi or boli can i hug you mene bola aunty ye b koi puchne ki baat h or humne hug kiya or wo hug aaj b yaad h mujhe sacchi mazza aa gya tha aunty ne asie hug kiya tha jese wo mujhe pyar karti ho or woHug kiss me badal gyi hum ek dusre ko kiss karne lag gye or 10 min tak kiss karte rahe itne der mene aunty ke boobs dabane lag gya tha mene dekha aunty ne mera lund pakad liya fir mene aunty ko uthaya or bed room me le gya garmi ke din toh buhut garmi ho. First, they kissed tenderly. Then their tongues made practiced, tonsil-tickling darts. Bo judged his thrust clearance and decided he could indeed fuck Lisa doggie-style with a foot or so to spare. “Turn around, sweetheart,” he said. His cock took aim and plunged into Lisa nailing her to him like a spike driven into tender pine. She emitted a satisfied grunt and settled into a repeating uuuuhh as his strokes became regular and deliberate.“If celebrities get their tallies whacked in First Class.