When we got home we both fucked her – me first in her pussy and then dad, our sperm mingling inside her before dribbling out of her vagina, slipping...down to pool at her asshole. ***Three weeks after we'd been at the Maddisons the phone rang. I answered. It was Mrs Maddison."Hey Jim, how they hanging," she said laughing, having picked up the twin's catchcry.I laughed back. "Real low Laura, real low." You lot recovered yet? It took us a few days. I had a sore throat for a week. I couldn't talk. Tera jb ho jaae to guest room m aaja.. Mne rekho ko msg dikhaya or puri kahanu btai.. Rekha thodi hairaan or khush hui ki use inna accha beta mila.. Mne use ek plan btaya to vo bhi khush hui..Fir main bhar chla gya avi paas.. Vha hmne ek peg pia or fr baaten krne lge..Avi: mummy khush h??Mne bola khud pooch le or rekha ko aavaj lgai.. Rekha front open vli nighty phen kr aai jisme bhot sexy lg rhi thi.. Uske face pr khushi jhalak rahi thiAvi: mom aap khush hoRekha: haan beta bhot khush hu or. ‘Sorry,’ I answered, pouring myself a cup of coffee. ‘I feel great! And I do believe that I’m in love with the whole world!’ I stuffed the two halves of a bagel into the toaster. She was quiet for an entire minute. ‘Sir, I had a wonderful time last night. I want to thank you again for it.’ ‘Which part of it?’ I asked, innocently. She blushed even more. ‘For the part of it that I remember,’ she said, so softly that I just barely heard it. ‘I had a great time, too,’ I responded gaily. ‘Let’s do. She gesticulated a bit, supported with a few lumps of English, that I was supposed to come back to this supply room at 03:00 in the morning, pointing to my watch. I nodded to show her that I understood, and a relieved smile crept over her lovely face. She hugged me, engulfing me in her intoxicating smell; something between salty and the sweet smell of figs. I quickly planted a small kiss on her forehead and we left the room together, both a bit flushed. I came down the 2 flights of stairs to.