Meri pyas bujti nahi thi us waqt meri sasuji meri wife se sunder lagne lagi. Aur sochta kab mauka milega muje. Meri sasur kitne kismat wale he jo 52 s...l ki umar me 36 sal ka sex bomb lekar aagaya.aise he 1 sal nikal gaya me uspe marta tha aur uske naam ke kai bar muth marke pyas bujane ki koshish ki pyas aur badhti gai mujse raha nahi jata tha main kaise bol skta tha rishta jo bich me tha.Ek din mere naseeb ne sath diya.sasuji mere ghar rahne ko aai thi sasur nahi aaye the woh akeli aayi thi. "salaa, hinjara, who kya nanga karega, mai hi uske saamne nangee hokar tumse choot chuswaungee. Abhee jaldi se chood." I rode above her and pushed my lund in her waiting choot . This was first time she was getting fucked without any fear .She was jumping and screaming .She was enjoying lund of his 18 yar son in her 33 year young juicy choot. "ohhh.. bete aaj kareeb dus saal ke baat itna maaja mil hara hai. Tera lund swamy ke lund jaisa chudaii ka maja de raha hai. Oh bete aur jor se dhakka. It was hard work, moving from hotel to hotel and seldom staying more than one night in each city.As a married man, I didn't look for women during my travels, My luggage would include a dildo and some lube, good for an ass-job and masturbation, as near sex as I could come while on the road.One night “the devil” struck me. The bartender at the hotel bar was a “very” gay person. I asked him: “Is there a gay bathhouse in town?”“Sure, here is the address.”It was not far, but I found the place only. I ran over to my house. The front door was unlocked since my daddy was home. I walked in and yelled. "Dad, I'm home. I came back to change. Where are you Dad?"I looked in Dad's den. The TV was on. It was the only light in the room. I walked in to say Hi. As I walked over to him, I noticed a lot of empty beer cans on the floor. Dad liked to drink on the weekends. He was sitting on the couch."Dad," He didn't wake up. I walked closer. "Oh my God," I thought. Dad was sitting on the couch in just.