" I suggested."Sweetie, I'm almost seventy years old. You don't need to bullshit me. I heard a rumor on the dock that you were running guns. I don't c...re, but I do want it known that I am not going to die for your guns." He spoke english with an accent. My guess was that he was Greek or maybe Italian."Well, I hope it doesn't come to anyone dieing," I suggested."I heard your speech in the mess. If it comes down to it, I am going to surrender this ship and your cargo." he said."I'll keep that in. They had done it in my house and I could tell was my sister who started it-just a hunch. In the video, my son didn't miss a beat. Neither did she. His head rolled back as she started to lick his cock, starting with the tip and then shaft and finally swallowing as much of it as she could down her throat. She was meticulous in making sure her tongue covered square inch of his throbbing member. I didn’t know my sister loved sucking cocks. The way she was sucking my son was more than what I had. He took another whiff. That smell! Half out of his mind with desire for his mother's pussy, he moved his face closer and flicked his tongue against the pert little nub that peeped from between the soft folds of labia. Babs gasped and gritted her teeth to keep from coming. That light touch on her fun-button felt so good! Flick, flick, flick. At this rate, she didn't know how much longer she could hold on. She wanted to prolong the action as much as possible.Ned had a natural talent. By the third. It was a Saturday morning so, there was no issue for the office as in Pune usually people have weekend offs. So we planned what we do during the day time as the rain stopped. I needed some more clothes as I can’t wear her clothes outside during the daytime at least. We went for a shopping in the nearby store where we can buy grocery as well as cheap clothing as I wanted it for a couple of days as my relatives would be back.I bought my stuff and she entered the women’s section and started.