My wife grew up in a house like that. Whenever we would visit, it would always trip me out on how close they lived together, in separate rooms. This i... the story of one of those visits, I'll never forget. My wife, Ilsa, was planning on going down to the country, to visit her parents, Kate and Jung. Jung had been doing poorly of late and Kate needed a break from taking care of him and trying to work, all at the same time. School was soon to end and while her teaching duties would be done for. Once you reached my swim suit bottom for what seemed like the tenth tim, you fingers slick with sunscreen massage the bikini area from the out side of my suit. My moans suggest jus how much I like it and you start to feel the wetness through my suit. You gently run your fingers up the outside of my suit up the crack of my ass, your hands on each side of me, from behind, your hands come up to my underarms and slowly slip under the sides of my suitto apply more sunscreen, you want to make sure. It was 6:30 and the place was surprisingly empty, a few Indian guys and a young couple were the only other customers. I had sat in the booth closest to the washrooms, I gave it no thought. I finished up my burger and slowly ate my fries while browsing instagram. Two guys came in and I glanced up at them. They looked like they just got off work, some sort of construction job I guessed based on their clothes. The first guy was a big white guy, he had a beer belly but very muscular arms. A big. Infact i started crying like a small child, but mom consoled me saying that it’s hardly 6 months son, then ur defnitely joining us back. So please don’t cry, then even i will start crying if u continue crying.. So i relaxed my self after some time and and i was recovering from the incident. Then finally the day came that my parents had to leave for mumbai, so they vacated the home and i took the necessary things for me.. I went till the railway station to give them a send-off and even there i.