As the night went on and I kept continuing drinking beer I noticed he was starting to get fidgety. Everything he did seemed to draw attention to his l...ather covered legs and ass. He did push ups putting his zippered ass practically right under my nose. He went over to the bookshelf and bent down to see the books on the bottom self. He wiggled his little bottom all over my living room. I can take a subtle hint and I just asked him. "What are you doing?" he tried to play it off like he didn't. Bhabhi-yaar bahut achha lag raha hai..Yaar tum bahut achche ho..Aaj se main tumhari hu.Tumhara jee kre tab mujhe chod sakte ho,..Aaaahh maza aaa raha hai..Ab chut mein daal do yaar…..Maine boob ko kiss kiya.Fir chut pr hath ferne lga.Fir uski mast gulabi chut ko chatne lga.Wo aah bharne lgi.Maine ab thook lga kr lund ko chut pr rakh aur shot mara ti lund aadha ander chala gya.Ab ek do shot jor se mare to lund kuchh aur ander chala gya.Bhabhi-yaar aaram se..Pahli baar chud rahi hun.Dheere se. She spent an hour a day at the gym. After all, she didn't work andneeded something to do during the day, especially after the kids weregone. She was a perfect size 8, and had the prettiest eyes ever, and asmile that would make one weak in the knees. Too bad about how menopauseaffected her. But then maybe she was coming out of that. So,I guess weshould both be thanking our late parents for our good genes.When I got to the restaurant with Jennifer, we went to the bar and Mike,the CEO was there. I. It was the end of their marriage when my father was photographed with some hot babe he met at some stripper joint. My dad had a weakness for strippers. He couldn’t help himself around them.My mother was constantly embarrassed seeing her husband photographed with younger women. She was upset and left him. She had a nervous breakdown and needed to be committed. My father got full custody of me. Years later, my mother overdosed and passed away. I never really knew her.I was cared for by.