But nothing. There was no way this was an accident. I tried to move my hand away from there. There still was an evanescent chance that she wasn't awar... of what she was doing. But nothing happened. Although I clearly moved my hand under her breasts, she still acted like there wasn't anything. After a while, I felt her pressing her chest into my hand even harder. She also started slowly moving them on it. I response, I turned my hand to cup one of her breasts. They felt heavy yet mellow. She. She started telling me that it was better if a guy could suck him of and asked if i would like to experience the same. I also said i am willing to try anything she says. The very next day she brought a man with her he was in his forties well shaved and as clean as a servants husband can be he was none other as my servant’s husband. Than that lady went to the kitchen and this man was sitting next to me. I smiled and he asked me stand in front since i know the protocol i stood in front of him and. " "Please," Lena begged, closing her eyes and waving her hand, "Please spare me!" They laughed. Then Marko got on his knees and turned towards the corner rear of the van. He lifted up the carpet and the padding. Lena craned her neck to see what he was doing. "Ah, good old Kirk," he said. Then he turned around holding two cans of beer and half a bottle of whiskey. Lena's eyes widened. "So who says they get to have all the fun?" Marko said, "Name your poison." She grinned but shook her head. My Mom was out on her ritualistic pre-dawn walk with her friends from the neighborhood and my Dad had already left for work.Jim entered the kitchen and went straight to the refrigerator without even bidding me a ‘good morning.’ A few seconds later, he slammed down a large container of leftover spaghetti on the table and a gallon jug of orange juice.“You know, you could use a plate, and we do have a microwave, so you don’t have to eat that cold.”He didn’t even look at me while he dug his fork.