My wife, didem was at the grocery store.
Didem had changed a lot since that day, and whenever I wanted to fuck her,
she would refuse and make up an excuse. I could no longer bear this situation
. I was naively wondering
if it
was
because I hurt
her
. My
secluded wife, our son, left the house with fishnet stockings on her lap, a short
skirt, and an abnormal make-up. It had been a complete disaster. Mad
He was walking ass squirming like he was, meanwhile, I was chasing
after him wearing a yellow wig, sunglasses and a working overalls.
He went into the grocery store right around the corner. The man greeted this with excitement, ooo Didem
, I was looking at the tomatoes to welcome you. I can’t explain how the man touched his breasts while he was taking the child from his lap, my daughter
, do your shopping comfortably and give the child to me .
My dick was like a stick.
Didem got tangled up and started shopping. The shop was very dim and secluded. Inside, there
was only me, Didem and the old belly-bellied salesman.
He was always making jokes about the man.
The man came as if he was helping when he said that there are harder tomatoes in the back case, which are bunched in front of the counter.
He leaned on Didem from behind. He said wait a minute, my daughter, and
left the child on the seat in a small compartment in the shop and came to my wife, holding your hand, my daughter, she
said from the end of the cash register and stretched out her hands from under her arms towards the
cashier. When she said pull and pull, her arms
were rubbing against her breasts and she was in full contact with her ass. My dick was like a stick and
my wife was driving me mad.
Anyway, they put the safe down, at that time the man took his shirt out
of his pants and hurriedly draped it over his dick. bent down my wife was choosing a domestes
. There were stairs going down one corner of the shop.
Greengrocer girl, if you want, there are freshly arrived tomatoes downstairs, go to the counter.
he said look at them. The man was going to die of excitement, but he wasn’t sure. What if I got an adverse
reaction.
My son said what will happen, of course, my son said, I will take care of it, the uncle said. I also filled a
bag. When Didem went downstairs, the man said ohh me and
sat on the chair. I said no, uncle, did the woman affect you a lot? “Off,” he said, “it
‘s killing me.” I’m getting 10 years younger.
At that time, Didem called from downstairs, uncle, are you a bakra, when he said , “How
long will this game last, uncle, go
relax that horny wife,” I said, “I’ll wait for the shop, you would see the man go down with his
big belly. ”
more to come