She was also watching at my wife and those black guys…Their conversation seemed to be very animated and apparently intimate. The black men's fingers...now rested easily on each of Anita's legs, which had somehow come uncrossed and a little spread open. I even noticed that those naughty black fingers sometimes made quick excursions under the hem of her already slightly hiked up cocktail dress. Apparently focused in the conversation, my wife looked like she was not making any effort to discourage. Behind his eyes one could sense a sadness, a sorrowful secret. Graydon would learn that Patch had been in the "Great War" and had survived trench warfare and poison gas. He returned home never to speak of it, wanting only to forget. Patch abandoned his roots in the Ozarks to settle in the high Cascade Mountain country of the Methow Valley.He survived on a small pension and creamery money. He milked several dozen goats out of a herd of more than a hundred, ran their milk through a cream. I moved my feet and started slapping her ass cheeks gently. Then I moved foot on her ass crack and started rubbing her ass crack gently.She loved it and sucking my dick passionately. I moved my other feet near her pussy. I started giving a leg figure message to her pussy. Her ass and pussy were rub by my leg fingers, and she loved it. She was sucking my dick smoothly. I told her that I will cum soon.She moans something in Bengali, and I asked the meaning. She smiled and told me to cum on her. Main: Ye uska koi relative nahi hai.Akash: To fir!Main: Are sunona jaise tum ho waise hi ye bhi bass ban kar aaya hai.Akash: Sala haraamkhor!Bhawna: Offo shh ye baat maine Neetu se ugalwa li hai. Par woh chahti hai ki ye baat tumhe pata na chale.Akash: Woh kyu?Bhawna: Woh tum abhi mat jaano. Bas ye yaad rakhna ki tumhe kuch nahi pata aur main tumhe kuch nahi batayi, theek hai.Akash: Haan par.Main uski honto par ek chummy lagakar boli: Shhh, ye doodh dekho kahi ubal ke gire nahi main apne kamre.