Stan and Helen. I lay there thinking about my ex-wife, how she looked at me before she walked out of my front door on Stan’s arm, telling me she was...going to stay with Stan for the weekend. And Stan laughing at me and telling me I could keep his wife, Renee, until he brought Helen back. At that point I considered Helen dead.A few years later, Helen returned to take a shot at me while I was in the park with my wife and children, only to be stymied by my brave wife, Renee, who jumped in front of. About myself I am 32 yrs old and do photography as a hobby.Cut to the short I will start my story. We shifted to our own apartment in Bangalore and hired maid for daily work but my wife replaced her with new maid from you P state as she was very untidy. Our new maid name was Bindu (Muslim lady & name change) age around 26 married and stays with her husband and 2 children. About Bindu she is typically Bengali aurat , wear salawar kamij every time. She was slim with no extra fat At starting I. And even though it hurt like hell it was nothing compared to painthat I had felt in the past.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Then Donnie and the rest of the family was there, even Tizzy."Malissa, Corra, you're safe. Sheba," he stopped seeing the rapidlyhealing bullet graze on Sheba's shoulder. Then he spotted the bandage onmy arm. "Who is the asshole who shot my wife and my daughters bondmate?" he demanded."Donnie, it's already been dealt with," I said."Just how the hell. I knew I had no choice so I leaned forward, closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out. I was expecting a really bad taste but what I found wasn't that bad, I licked away and when I really got into it I would slurp away over her hole sucking the cum from her arse, my sister seemed to enjoy it too as she let out moan after moan, this moment was soon shattered by a large shout, "Shit I'm going to cum!" Jacko shouted as he slammed himself deep into my mom's ass, squirting his load deep inside mom also.