)Saturday. It's moving out day. Woke up pretty early to do some last-minute checking, a good run and a healthy breakfast. Jumped into the shower after...my one-hour run. I was so excited because I'm moving into a new place.And Peter, my colleague-turned-friend, is helping me. He's meeting me at my new place and helping with the organising. I imagined having a long day with him at my new apartment, ordering in and sharing a few laughs as we organise my stuff. I was thinking about him in the shower. Today, after more than nine months, I was again going to see them. She has just given birth to a boy, James, and couldn't wait to see my grandson.I arrived at their house late in the evening and after being greeted by my son, Darren, went straight to bed as was tired after the journey.In the morning, saw my son's father-in-law, Steven, having breakfast, so made a cup of coffee and sat down with him at the table.He told me that Darren had left for work and Julie, my daughter-in-law, and Tim, her. ” She moaned. I slowly worked my way into her feeling the pressure of Tim’s cock separated from mine only by a thin layer of Julie’s skin. It took a while but I finally bottomed out. Tim and I took a moment to collect ourselves, our two cocks resting balls deep in my hotwife.Julie was panting, I had never seen her so wound up before. “What are you waiting for?” She demanded, “Fuck me. Fuck my holes!" Fuck her we did, there was no rhythm between us, just fevered exertion. Tim worked her ass. Part 2: The long flashback Susan was born in Los Angeles in a poor family of Colombian immigrants, illegal immigrants by the way. Her parents were uneducated people, her father worked as a janitor while her mother was a maid for some white people in the suburbs. Susan's fate was probably to get no more than a high school degree and end up working as a low clerk, or even as a maid just like her mother. From very young age Susan reveled against that fate, she admired her parents effort and all.