Her name was Cynthia and she was not at all what he had expected. She was so hyper active when she answered her door that he though she was on drugs o...r something. She talked a mile a minute, she ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, and she was shaking.Cynthia had been on very few dates in school and in college. Now that she was a full-fledged kindergarten teacher she almost never had an adult to talk to. The kids drove her crazy every day, and then she drank too much and played with. I couldn’t care less. I just jumped on Suja Aunty and started kissing her all over her face and neck. We both couldn’t stop kissing. Suja Aunty was all turned on and said that all this was just because Suja Aunty wanted to bake and that led me to her bra and eventually to this sex.She wanted her cakes to be a part of our sex. She stopped, went a got a few cake pieces. Suja Aunty kept a piece on her lips and asked me to kiss it. We kiss, squishing the cake and eating it and eating each other’s. " I hit him on the shoulder. "Keep hitting me, I like the way your boobs move when you do." "You suck," I said. "You seem to like it." I moaned. "So what?" I still hadn't shared with Jake this fantasy that had been boiling inside of me. I obviously couldn't ask one of my friends for advice. "Jake," I said, "Want to get drunk tonight?" ---------- We stumbled back to my place around 2:00 AM. We'd spent most of the night in our favorite campus bar. We weren't wasted, but we were both feeling the. His cock was hanging sraight down and the head of his cock was like a big mushroom. I could see he was completly hairless down there, and I was a bit surprised as my dad was hairy down there as wellas my mom.Had some myself but not worth to call a bush. He stepped in, and took the schampoo and asked me to turn around, and soon his fingrers washed my hair. Now and then I could feel his thing touching my ass.It felt a bit wierd but also exiting. I could feel a burning feeling between my legs and.