Luckily, I had not turned on my ready companion, a voice activated Olympus voice recorder which my friend allows me to put near his head when he is go...ing to tell me a story. “All right, Bob, turn on your recorder. I think you get off when you are in bed just listening to these little stories of mine,” my bed companion laughed. When my recorder was in position, my storyteller continued. My friend must have great telepathic talent. “It was getting late in the afternoon and I was on a very rural. Kusum phone pe boli ki me nahin aa sakti hun. Ghar me mummy aur bhai jag rahe hai. Dusri taraf se phone pe kia bol rahe the mujhe kuch pata nahin tha. Me to sirf kusum ki bat sun paa raha tha. Fir kusum boli ek to tum har bar mujhe Suresh uncle ke ghar bullate ho aur suresh uncle pata hai kitna tang karte hai. Yeh sun ke mera matha thanka. Suresh uncle 35-40 saal ke ke hain aur unki wife 3-4 saal pahele expire ho chuki hai unke bachhe unki maa papa ke pass rahte hai. Suresh uncle papa ke office. Phir itne mein aunty ne condom ka packet nikal ke rakh diya , meine pucha aunty condom woh muskurate hue boli safety zaroori hoti hai …ab aunty khadi thi aur mujhe samaj mein nahi aa raha tha ki kaha se start karo meine aunty ki saari nikal di ab aunty peticot aur blouse mein thi meine aunty ko leta diya aur unke uper chad ke boobs daba raha tha…aunty ne dhire se aapna haath mere pent mein ke under dalna chaha per pent tight hone ki wajah se nahi daal paayi ,so meine aapna kapda zaldi se uthar. She felt aroused by it, she felt safe by it and she felt an obligation to learn from her friend. And so…she began to stroke.“Oh My Gawd!” screamed Jennie, “he’s got it out!”“Pull your gusset to one side, return the favour,” suggested Jennie.Jennie needed very little persuasion now, she was caught up in the flow and made no attempt to hide her face to the hunk as she stroked her fingers slowly up and down between her now wet petals. She watched as he began to move his hand up and down his shaft.