Rang gora aur badi-2 aankhen hain.Kyunki humari umar mein sirf 2 saal ka anntar hai so hum bachpan se hi ik sath khelte huye badde huye hain.Jab mein ...20 saal ka tha aur isha 18 saal ki to jabb v wo chutiyon pe humare ghar aati thi, to hum khel khel mein smooch krliya krte the.Mujhe aaj v WO din yaad hain. Isi saal January ki baat hai, isha mujhe milne Chandigarh mere flat par aayi. Wo Chandigarh ghumne aayi thi apne college hostel se. Jaise hi Maine usse dekha to dang reh gya. Wo bilkul basal. . and what you wrote in the stories with it." I almost passed out. Why was she torturing me like this? Why not just gets it over with? Then I felt Aunty take my hand. She looked deep into my eyes. "I came right then when I read your stories, honey. You've been my friend, my best friend for so long, and when I read your stories, it finally dawned on me how you truly felt about me... and I realized I felt... the same way... about you." My emotions did a 180. My head was spinning. And. I could not help stare and rush to unhook her blouse.. which she complies and its gone before we both knew… its a low cut black bra and the breasts are full and swelling… I unhook the bra.. realising the melons and I start to suck… her hands converge on my head and pressing me towards her nipples as I suck hard.. my tongue flicking over the nipples making it more erect and hard.. I gently cup and lips and bite the nipples and I hear her let out a moan.. which makes me even more wild … one hand. But I’m also extremely excited. Watchingyou two was the most exciting thing that’s everhappened to me!” I said.“So you’re not going to try to hit me?” John asked.“No. I doubt if I could anyway, but I really don’teven want to,” I said.“So what are we going to do?” my beautiful wife asked.“Well, why don’t you call your parents and tell themyou’re spending the night here, John. Then let’s alltake off our.