May be i was there she did not ware any night dress . It was excellent ass, boobs,nevel .all were sexy. I had to musterbate & went to sleep so is aunt.... I was thinking how 2 fuck her . At mid night i wanted 2 go to loon . I took my mob . Saw the dupatta was not there on her boobs . Her saari was up to ker knee .i saw with my mobl loght that she was wareing a printed panty . Some pussy hair was comeing out of her panty.Next day after spending the whole day for uncle treatment . Doctor told at 5. "Oh god yes," he breathed and she let his hands replace hers. He felt them, warm and real flesh, truly transformed to have the young, full breasts he'd always fantasized about. She stepped away and came back after a few minutes."Good girls wear pretty bras on their breasts," she said softly, slipping the material around his waist and then pulling it slowly upward, letting the satin cups, the underwire, and the elastic straps all play against his skin. She guided his arms through the shoulder. It was no surprise to find that we ended up talking about sex having admitted earlier that we were swingers, one thing led to another and we were all naked in the bedroom. Anne of course was the center of attention and the guys were truly gentlemen asking what she liked and did she mind if they did this or that even asking me if I minded (which I didn't). Though the guys didn't have huge cocks they were both above average and thick enough to be a tight fit for Anne. As usual I got very turned. Mr. Jenkins from down the street was fucking her hard and fast from behind. Her long flabby tits were swinging all over the place as she hung on for dear life. If she wasn’t careful she could give herself a black eye. Mr. Jenkins was older and fatter than my father was and his cock was smaller too. Then it dawned on me that his cock was in Mom’s ass. That bastard was butt-fucking my mother…and she loved it. I stood there for a good five minutes watching them fuck.Mom had always loved her big.