Hum loog shuru se delhi mein rehte the aur bhaiya bombay service karte the. Unki wahin shaadi hui thi aur bhabhi bombay ki thi.lekin ek accident mein ...habhi ki maut ho gaye bhaiya dikhi hokar delhi aa gaye.us waqt bhaiya ka ek beta tha. 5 saal ka. Delhi aane ke baad wo bade dukhi rehte the par life mein sab chalta hai isliye woh bas apne bachche mein dhyan lagaye hue the. Bhaiya bombay gaye tab meri umar 6 saal ki thi aur jab delhi waapas aaye to 18 saal ki thi. Main bhaiya ke dukh se dikhi thi. I slipped my finger under the elastic of her knicker leg and found her slit to be wet, slipping my finger back onto her old clitoris she moaned. As I continued to rub her she parted her legs a little wider, my finger soon slipped into her wet pussy, I fingered her a while then rubbed her clit, alternating between the two motions.Suddenly she shuddered, slightly moaned and sat on my hand, I knew she was coming as I rubbed her clit quicker and harder, then unexpectedly she groaned out as her. "Oh my, you are going to be sore awhile". With that she pulled me into a deep, very passionate kiss with a lot of tongue."I would kiss them if it would make you feel better," she said."Not tonight" I replied."You have four very upset young ladies that want to get in here to see you. They have cried a bucket of tears. They won't be at ease until they can see you themselves," she said."I asked for my phone and my personal things from my clothes and haven't gotten anything yet," I said.She looked. "Yes please," I reply, and you go and pour a glass of white wine. You motion, your gesture telling me to sit on the sofa next to Daniel. We start having a normal conversation, about the weather, work, houses, the normal stuff, and I am starting to think maybe my dirty mind was just playing tricks on me and Daniel really just happened to be here with no hidden agenda behind it. After a couple of glasses of wine I am starting to feel a bit flustered and find myself giggling way too much. I really.