”“How could that happen?! It was a bike for crying out loud!” Not sincere enough…“And nothing bigger than my fingers have ever been in there...!” she screamed.Immediately after she said that she smashed both hands over her mouth so hard I thought for sure she was going to give herself a bloody nose.“It’s ok sweetie.” I soothed. “Masturbation is perfectly normal.”She was so horrified over what she had just said, anger turned to embarrassment.“I’m so sorry dad. I didn’t mean to say that.”“Hey,” I. Then I too texted back as her boyfriend and days were passing like that meanwhile our chatting got into a higher level slowly and on one-night aunt called me to her home at night saying that she wants to talk with me. I asked the time she said to come by 12 in the night I was shocked about the time. I made an excuse in my house and went outside saying that I will return at 2 or 3 and came out of my house and was roaming on roads taking my bike slowly the time reached and went to her house. I also started pushing my Lund harder inher Choot she was moaning and I was fucking her with long strokes.With every stroke I would pull my shaft all the way out of hercranny and then bury it back into her hole. I wanted it to go downas deep as possible and she was enjoying too. She was pressingherself harder and harder to me. She was also pinching my hairs onmy back. Her hands were vigorously moving here and there on my backsome times it also did squeeze my ass. After say 20 minutes offucking. She is 38 but not look that old. She often comes to home for little chit chat with my mom n my mom goes to her home also. One fine day at around 8 am in morning I heard that my mom saying to my dad that Savitha was saying that she felt like marrying another guy Antha. I too heard it closing the blanket and acting like I’m sleeping. From that day my urge towards her increased in an extreme passion .The same morning I jerked off for her in bed itself n continued that for long time till today..