..It’s a warm summer morning. I’m performing my usual ritual of driving into the office before 8am. I pull into my company’s parking lot, turn...off the engine, and I just sit and think. It’s the same thing I thought about on my drive in, the same thing I thought about before I walked out my apartment door. It’s the same thing I thought about while I was eating my breakfast; while I was putting on my clothes, and while I was taking my shower. It’s the first thing I thought about when I woke. This meant we were accumulating a lot of penalty points and were effectively out of touch with the leaders. ‘You are doing really well, you’ve got a feel for knowing when to push and when to back off. I wouldn’t be surprised if we lose a couple of cars from the main game today. We are in this to have a good time and to learn as much as we can about the Regularity classification. Just push as hard as you can and you feel comfortable with, and we’ll see how we go for the rest of the rally.’ ‘I. "God, you're such a fuckin' loser, dad." He spat, as he changed his angle of attack and sank his cock into my mouth and down my throat. With my wife sitting astride me and my head between my son's legs there was nothing I could do to get away, and I gagged as my own son forced me to fellate him, his superior cock violating my throat until his balls were resting on my nose. I couldn't stop it; as my gullet struggled helplessly around his thick fleshy shaft I felt my cock jerking about as I came,. Then, I understood she is not boss’s wife, but a friend of my boss’s wife. There was someone coming from a room and it was my boss’s wife with a smile on her face. She is a little tall but not more than 5’8. He was a homely lady and looked so white. I can’t believe my eyes that she is so white as she looked like a foreigner.But definitely, she looked like actress Pranitha little bit old. She had one or white hairs in her middle of the head, but not that old. But she should be in the mid-40s. I.