He'd married his favourite stewardess. Well of course he did. Someoneneeded to tend to his luxurious mansion while he out was sinking shotsin some far...flung strip joint. Michelle was, as Ace put it, his lucky'Chosen One' - a striking, raven-haired young thing with enchantinggreen eyes an an olive complexion that gave her the slightest tinge ofArabic exoticism. She was petite (5"3 in heels at a pinch), intelligentenough to do better than Ace but stupid enough to have fallen in lovewith him all. After plying me with his home made wine down in his cellar he made me suck his massive cock. the following day I surprised him in his garden shed where I let him lick my wet pussy then let him fuck me with his big manhood on his work bench. the third and final time happened on the night before my husband and son were about to return from their camping holiday.id arranged to go out for a few drinks with one of my old school mates we decided to visit some of the old haunts we used go to when we. Now I was very sure the lady whom I am going to fuck now is the shop owner as we reached the door Renuka rang the bell. Sarita Bhabhi as we used to call her opened the door and we walked in. Babhi was today wearing just a nightie as the shop was closed. Let me describe bhabhi a thin lady in her early 30’s she has small boobs around 30 and thin waist and ass which was also small. Her husband used to be out on trips as he was a sales guy working for a FMCG company. She smiled at me and said. " Oh, Heather. I've had you so many times. So many ways."Heather took the same position I had taken, holding herself up with her arms. Then she began thrusting her body back, slamming my cock up inside her. I lifted my hips, matching Heather's thrusts, pounding my daughter's pussy while she rubbed her tits on my chest."Yes," she exhaled, thrusting hard on me. "Yes," with a hard thrust. "Yes," after another hard thrust. "Do me, Daddy!"I grabbed the back of Heather's thighs and drove my dick into.