At first I felt very lucky that the parking lot wasn't crowded, then I understood why. The restaurant was closed. I don't mean closed in the sense tha... they were on vacation. I mean closed in the since they were on vacation forever. "Son of a bitch," I said looking at the place."When was the last time you were here?" Harvey asked."Just a few weeks ago. I guess threesomes are not as popular as they used to be." I said."What does that mean?" Harvey asked."Just a private joke, I always came here. But I didn’t get it till now why she allows him to hold her hair bun? I mostly touched her hair once or twice. but this fellow pressing it like boob whenever he got a chance.Babu must be humping her. I can say by their acts. And that energy I can feel by them. They’re like boyfriends and girlfriend. Babu flirts with her and she smiles with shyness. He grabs her hair bun and she likes it. Mom keeps herself up-to-date every day and tries to get in front of his eyes.So many times I’ve heard that. Milosky laugh loudly about something and he looked up to see orange juice spilled all over the counter and father telling the son Jason, to look when he poured the juice. Then he flexed his humongous bicep and told his son to ask for help if he needed help to lift the heavy pitcher full with the orange juice. Next second, Mr. Milosky looked towards John, sitting on the dining table and staring at them. John tried his hardest to hide his blushing and the embarrassment. Then Mr. Milosky, started. Mom was in heaven. “Oh God,” she moaned, her eyes closed, her hands holding his head to her ample breasts. Her nipples had grown to tiny points, the rock-hard nubs jutting out proudly from her chest.Uncle was pushing down the elastic band of her panties now, moving his hand down inside of her tiny black panties from the top. Mom moaned passionately as Uncle ‘s hand moved up and down against her pussy. After a few more seconds of this he carefully eased her panties down, moving them over her.