I bet the girls would not like you stressing over another custody fight on Christmas morning.”
“I’ll discuss it with Paul.”
“Fine, you discuss with Paul. “Time for it to help me to put my bitch of an ex-wife in her place.”
Dave glanced at his watch. Bhabhi Without waiting, he hit the gas as soon as she was out of the car. Her legs fell separated onto the bed giving the camera on the dresser a perfect shot of her pussy, covered in sweat and leaking his cum. “I want you. They’ll spend Christmas Eve and Christmas with me and I’ll bring them back to you on the twenty-sixth. “Something stabbed me.” She held her hand out and showed him the trickle of blood coming from the palm of her hand. “Oh, that reminds me,” Dave said as he climbed in. He put on a wool sweater and a pair of khaki cargo pants.
