I used to get excited when ever I saw her and often masturbated thinking about her. We were family friends and her son was also a close friend of mine.... Now the story begins once I went to her house to return her son’s books.I rang the bell but no one answered, I realized that the door was not locked so I gave it a little push and the door opened. Seema aunt’s room was at the entrance. I peeped in and saw she was wearing a pink petticoat and a pink see through blouse with a towel wrapped around. .Maine uska haath khich kar usko bed par giraya or uske boobs ko jor jor say dabate huwe usko kiss karne laga thodi der kiss karne ke baad reshma ne mujhe dhakka diya or boli pehle kha toh lo akash baad mai karainge na lakin mai kaha sunta” mai phir say shuru ho gaya reshma muh se nashili aawaj nikal rahi thi .Reshma ne firsay mujhe dhakka diyaAur apne boobs ko dabate huwe boli khana toh kha lo…Maine kaha ok .Khana khane ke baad mai brush karke room mai ja kar cigrett jalaiOr or ek haath mai. His stroke was powerfully, his penetration was deep. He is so male, so strong, so... a wave of pleasure, stronger, bigger, overwhelmed me. I lost control; he grasped me as I could hear his moan. A crescendo of tingling electric shocks centered inside of my pussy, running down the inside of my legs, the soles of my feet and the tips of my boobs. I cupped my own tits and twisted my hard erect nipples!As he thrust against me, driving deep inside, I reached to take his balls in my hand, squeezing. There was a full length mirror in front of me and the cubicles were divided by a partition which had a 12” gap at the bottom. I could hear someone shuffling about in the next cubicle but didn’t think much of it and hung up my potential purchases on the hooks provided and started to undress.As I got down to my bra, not that I needed one really as I wasn’t the most gifted teen in that area, and panties I had a feeling I was being watched so I looked to the ground at the partition walls and.