The stories are true, I’ve only changed names to keep from causing trouble for anyone.I’m not sure where to start, so I’ll begin out of order, j...st writing about what comes into my memory.She was from Ahmedabad and her name was Sweta. She was a mature woman in her mid 40’s and it was obvious she had been very attractive in the past. She still was, and her only tribute to the aging process was long blonde hair that was interlaced with some gray. I never saw her with make-up, only in spa. Back shortly. So I headed over to his house. When I got there I gave him my phone, and he did his voodoo with it and soon I had his number and his name. Matt Prescott. Rick did some digging around and found out he was a mortgage broker that did do some work with the real estate firm.Frank: Rick, can we also put a tracker on his car?Rick: For you buddy no problem. Just remember that if he is stealing her from you, to sue him for a tidy sum.Frank: Hey! That’s right I can sue him.Rick: Let me put. It was simply thrilling and fascinating. Sunita stopped sucking and briefly asked why are you passive dear?I shall be a fast learner. Don’t you worry sweetheart. Just carry on with your part of operation and wait for my turn. Sunita was overwhelmed with the size of the dick of a 14 year old boy. It was mammoth. She wished the measuring tape had stayed within her reach at this juncture. A large part of it remained outside her mouth as she sucked and sucked the penis of Dipu. It was now getting. It was too regular. It was a crudely carved tunnel.Surprised, they discovered the locking mechanism was in good working order and were further surprised on how easily the massive door swung open and not rusted in place. Upon opening the door they were immediately staggered by a blast of heat and humidity. While it had been around 30 degrees Fahrenheit, it had risen to eighty degrees upon opening the door and entering the tunnel. They had to immediately strip off their coats and layered.