I then asked him, "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? My wife is making a beautiful pot roast and it is more than the two of us could ever ea...."Michael stood there quietly as he said, "Are you sure?" Yeah I am sure. My wife would love for you to come over for dinner. Why don't you come over around five?" I replied back."Alright if it is ok with you." Michael softly said back. I immediately went inside to tell my wife that Michael was coming over for dinner."What did you do?" she. This one was crumbled, not folded like the other one. But it was the exact same kind, wasn’t it? Only… it was blank. No new message.And still…I walked through the doors. This car was completely empty, several of the fluorescent lights flickering badly. I walked straight through and found another crumpled piece of paper by the door at the end. No message, but now there was no doubt. She had left a trail of breadcrumbs for me. A yellow brick road to follow.In the next car, there was a teenage kid. I did as I was told and she walked over and put her foot into my crutch and started rubbing my cock through her mum’s panties. I moaned out loud.“Don’t you dare cum yet!”She went over to the bedside cabinet and came back with a Rabbit Vibrator! I was quite shocked, but don’t know why. My wife has one, so why not my neighbour. “When dad’s away, Mum uses this every night. I don’t think he fucks her enough. She thinks we’re asleep, but I listen outside the door and I can hear the buzzing and I. Mousi bohat hi gori thi aur unke gore gore stan dekhakar me unka diwana ho gaya aur mousi se kaha mousi tumhar mamme to bohat hi rasile hai me nhe choosu kya? mousi boli poochte kya ho ab me tumhari ho gayi hai mere poore sharir pe tumhara haq hai. aur me mousi ke stan choosne laga me bohot jaorse mousi ka stan choose raha tha isliye mousi ke muhse ek halki chikh nikali. me kafi der tak mousi ke stan choosta raha mousi abhi tak apne bachhe ko dood pilati thi isliye mousi ke stano me thoda doodh.