I liked it no lie i herd him mound and mound, made me keep on doing it went he put his hand on my head i new i was doing something good i loved how he...mound, minutes later we herd the door trying to open sound of the keys we quickly tried to get dressed but they open the door (No lock) it was the janitor, he was shocked when he saw what we were doing, but n the same time he had a smerk on his face told us he wouldnt told on us if he joined us. i was ok with it so was my friend. he put a wooden. . I mean ... are you... ?” Patrick’s face turned beet red. He glanced at Donna and could see her blushing, too.“My father isn’t the father,” David said in a hush. It felt good to tell Patrick.“Are you sure? I mean...” Patrick counted on his fingers. “Since this all started, it hasn’t been that long.”“I’m sure.” David smiled. It was good to get this out in the open. “She’s already getting big.”“But that’s not possible.” Patrick was mystified by the timing. “Is it?” He looked to his girlfriend as. I put on a good show at Christmas Time for their sake. Hidden away in my closet, packed in sealed garment bags, preserved with moth balls, were all my sexy outfits. Hidden from them was my depression, my loneliness, my wishing that Jeff was still there with me. I had always felt that Jeff and I would grow old together, spending our golden years sitting on our porch in his and her rocking chairs, but a construction site crane malfunctioned and robbed me of all those dreams. Widowed at 35, with. Now her he was standing out side his servants’ quarters watching his wife sucking on the sweeper’s cock like a professional slut. Minutes later, Sheetal acquired a doggy style position and Balram came behind her, his cock hard and rampant with the obscene fellatio , he had received from his memsahib. He parted Sheetal’s ass cheeks and buried his face inside them , going straight away for her ass hole which he intended to enter and knew well that Sheetal loved to get fucked. Spitting on her.