I loved it, often had the house to myself due to their work and enjoyed my time when they were away. This story involves our post man Ross. He had bee... our postman for as long as I can remember, and was friendly with us all. He was 51 years old, about 6ft tall, head shaved bald and sporting a white goatee he was a handsome older gentleman (I had wanked a couple of times as I spied at him from my bedroom window and wondered what was under those trousers). He had a stocky build and nice smile he. Thik hai baba mai isye kal se baj dati hu priya to kal se kehto mai kaam karne nahi jawogi tum kal se baba ke saat puja karogi tub baba ke cahre par gandi see muskaan aagi baba ne soch calo kaye aurto ko chod cuka hu pahli bar ek kamsin kali ko choduga priya subha puja ke liye baba ke paas pahuchi aur baba ke par chuye tub uske chuchi ke ubar dekh kar baba ek dum tilmila utha baba-betho bati aur baba man me muntr padne laga aur todi der bad ye lo bati ise pe lo ye amrit rus hai priya ne use pi. I was getting really confused. He returned the hug warmly. "It's great having my daughter back. Your Mom's also thrilled. She's really missed you while you've been away." I wondered cynically if he meant six months, two years or 12 years. Anyway, I smiled sweetly and asked if I could be excused so I could go see my brother. "Sure," he said. "He's been dying to see how it all went! He's upstairs in his room. Just go on up." And so I did. I knocked on my old bedroom door. I still felt. Again, nothing was said that could be interpreted as a meaningful word, just long, low, deep moans. I pulled hard on Sarah’s hair, increased the speed of my cock thrusts, watched her tits sway violently side-to-side, and continued to lightly touch her asshole, tickling it, and making it pulse open and closed with each contact. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whispered. Was Sarah telling me to put my finger in her ass? Or, was she just letting me know that everything I was doing felt good? I slid just the.