.Sayad mom papa ki bat kar rahi thi…Uncle bole aj tk pata chala?Mom hasi or boli..Acha thik he karo jo chate ho..Phir uncle 15 mnt chusne ke bad mom...ki chut pe apna lund laga ke chodne lage…Mom siskaria le rahi thi..Aaahhh aaahhh assshhokkk….Aur jor se jaaaann …… Aaahh ….. Aaahhh… Phad do meri chut…Chodo chodo babu…Chod do apni savitri ko…Me tumahri hu…Mere ye aam tumhare he..Ye choot tumhara he…Mujhe aur chodo jaaneman…Tezi se chodo aur tez aur tez …. Bacha gira do mere pet me chod daalo mujhe. It had only been about a month on the job and I was still getting the hang of it. One of my coworkers, a man born in the "free-love" generation, passed his delivery to me. I figured he was either being generous because I was new, or just didn't feel like taking the call. Either way I figured I was a newbie and should appreciate each chance I got to make tips. I left my store in my Saturn station wagon with the pizza and wings in tow. The order had come from a part of town I was unfamiliar with.. He was fondling my balls and I started to explore his body with my hands. He had on a polo shirt and I put one hand in pinching his nipples, while the other went under his back waist band and I found his ass crack and began caressing it and fingering his ass hole. I heard him moan and his breathing became heavy.He stopped sucking my hard cock and stood up and turned away from me, dropping his pants and underwear to his knees. There was the nicest, firm and round brown butt one could imagine. I. . Aruba? You've always wanted to go." Oh darling, that'd be great." She kissed him passionately."Alright. I'll have Marcy order the tickets today. See you tonight." He pecked her on the cheek and left.Marcy. Heather's elation at getting away with her husband was shattered at the sound of that name. For the rest of the day all she could imagine was Scott taking Marcy to Aruba, the slutty redhead wearing nothing but the most scandalous of swimwear over her tight young body.Her imaginings got.