‘Hello, sir!’ he intoned. ‘I hope that you had a pleasant trip.’ Robin’s father gave no expression and passively returned the pleasantry. �...Yes, fine, thank you, Ivan.’ Off to the side, Ivan did not see, as Robin’s mother, a woman somewhat younger than her husband, discretely licking her lips as she resurveyed the young man from his broad shoulders to his muscular buttocks. Ivan turned to her. ‘Always nice to see you, Mrs. Tutlock.’ She just nodded and smiled. The four loaded into the Mercedes.. They had no relatives staying nearby mehboob had no other choice so he informed my dad about it and asked for a favor saying “Can u please sen allan during the nights” My dad agreed 4 that because everyone had good thoughts about me. So the following night I had my dinner and went to mehboobs house as the door opened I cud see naaz in a Tiger colored night dress wow..! that was gr8 I entered inside she invited me for dinner I said no.. But she said she was waiting for me for dinner i cud neva. Put your big fat Italian penis in my face, Nonno. I will drink the piss right out of you, every drop, every fucking drop like you were that little boy peeing in that fountain wherever it is. Is it in Rome? The piss never stops flowing from that little boy's dick. I would do that in front of my mother, Joe, or the middle of the Via Veneto. I would drink your piss, Joe, or your cum, till there was nothing left!'' By this time, other women were around Joe, kissing his face and the top of his head.. Holding the front of her panties down with the back of my hand, I put the tip of my middle finger on the back of hers, the one that was slipping slowly but urgently in and out of her slit, and I let my fingertip slide along the back of hers each time she withdrew it. At the same time I was moving my cunt firmly against her, her thigh becoming deliciously slippery where my moist slit pressed against her. She slipped her finger out and pressed the tip hard into the upper cleavage of her vagina.