Where I live, there is a milk vendor named Patil, living in a small house with his wife Latha and his daughter Shanthi. Every morning, on my way from ...y hour long walk I used to pass by his place collect milk and go my way. Like this, we became friendly, and I would frequently drop in for a chat. My eyes were on his wife Latha, around 35, around 51/2 feet tall, well built and with the most beautiful pair of breasts. She and her daughter used to come every evening and make my evening meal. Soon. ‘Hey, you know me, not passing any opportunities. Ready?’ ‘Let’s do it. We driving together, or taking our own cars?’ ‘Better keep it separate. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking to score tonight! Good night ladies, see you in the morning,’ Devon grinned. The girls giggled as they walked away. Justin could swear he heard his name mentioned in the same breath as their giggling. The women around the bank processing center were always trying to throw themselves in his path. He knew what they. “Have I ever failed you?” Elli asked, her voice purring.“Have I?”She giggled as Josephine drew out my cock. Elli wrapped her soft breasts about my hard cock. I groaned, leaning back in my chair, the wood creaking, and savored her. The smile on her face proved my words true.My stories always entertained.“You better make him erupt,” Marita moaned, reaching down to pinch Elli’s left nipple.“I will,” the buxom lass moaned, sliding her tits up and down my shaft. She shuddered, her blonde, braided. He wasexquisitely beautiful.Erica glanced at a jewelled clock on the dressing table."Victor has asked you to join him for dinner. It's time for us to getyou dressed. Let's go upstairs. Put this on; we can't have you paradingnaked in front of the servants."Erica handed Paul a short pink silk dressing-gown with flounced hem andsleeves."Are there many servants?" Paul asked, savouring the sensation of thesilk as he drew it over his creamed, scented and smooth skin. It was alittle small and did.