After a bit of effort and gagging, I was able to open my throat upenough to accommodate his giant slab of a cock.I could feel my lips stretching to th... max around his cock, which seemed tobe even thicker at the base. Even though I had been a regular cocksuckersince I was eleven, my jaw was still beginning to ache from being opened sowide. Not that I was going to let that stop me from worshiping hismagnificent dick! I wrapped both hands around the base and forced my headforward until I had. In between, she stopped slid her body over me so that her face was close to mine and whispered, “Don’t worry bhaiya. Sab log so rahe hai aur humare paas subah tak time hai. Woh subah tak uthne wale nahi hai. So let bhabhi take care of you”. Saying this, she kissed me with her soft lips and inserted her tongue in her mouth.She was really in control as I had not really recovered from my drunken stupor. So I let her do as she pleases. She kissed me to her heart’s content and our tongues were. I got us a room and we walked in and took our jacket and shoes off. She sat on the sofa as I took off my jacket and joined her. Immediately we kissed with no hesitation. I was horny as fuck for this old woman and I totally got that vibe from her as we kissed. Her lips locked and our tongues danced. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it. She moaned a little as I kissed her deep. My hand made its way to her huge breasts. I cupped them over her sweater and she didn’t resist at. But the press didn't print that. They also didn't print all the atrocities that took place after we pulled out. That wouldn't have served their cause. They didn't report the mass executions that took place in the months after they took over. They didn't report that all of Saigon was evacuated to the countryside and made to work in commune farms, many of them dying from it. They didn't report that because it didn't fit their version of the war. But shit like that happens and shit like Clinton.