He was wearing jeans and boots and a heavy jacket. He didn’t have a toque on and his whole face and ears were red from the bitter cold. “Come on i... and warm up,” I invited and stepped aside to allow him inside. “Thanks,” he smiled and crossed the threshold. He stopped soon after to remove his shoes while I closed and locked the door. I was about to turn around and face him when I felt his big hulking presence up close behind me. Soon was I pulled in to his arms, one hand grabbing for my boobs. Anxiety gripped me of my fidelity to bring the crane out there.And it was grandpa who spotted the crane first. The same bird, which shitted on me, that led me to Bhavana and our family and up to this point. Spotting the bird, grandpa once again danced, lifting me off the floor.From that point we followed the bird. It flew up along the Ganges for half a day. Then arrived at the place where our grandpa was buried by snow. A stream from left was flowing into the Ganges. From there onwards the bird. So there she was naked and bent over. I motioned one of them to stand in front of her and as he did I pulled his pants down for him and his boner popped out and she took it straight into her mouth and sucked to his delight. The other 2 were getting very busy with her pussy. One got down and started to lick her pussy as the other kept fingering her. I went around to open her legs wider and as I did one gets undressed ready to fuck her as she sucked on the other.So the picture is she is sucking. Geraldine was as lovely as before and dressed in a similar way to how I had seen her before. But it was Angie who now stole the show. The only time I could take my eyes off her was when Geraldine flashed more black stocking at me. Angie was stunning from top to toe; how her eyes sparkled with enjoyment and serene inner happiness; her make-up and skin were flawless, very dark eyes with subtle shadowing and scarlet lips. Her hair came down in long jet black ringlets. She was wearing a lacy black.