Jab aunty juki to unke boobs jo ke bra nahi pehaneki vajehse maxi se bahar aana chate the saaf dhik rahe the aur me unhe hi dhek raha tha tab aunty bo...li Sandy kay kar rahe ho bed sarkao na….? Me hos me ake kaha “haaaa…haa aunty “Mere sara dhyan unki boobs par tha kay bade the aur pure ke pure dhik rahe the isse mere lund khada ho gaya aur mere half pant se saaf saaf dhik raha tha.jab bed sarkar hua to aunty mere our dhiki aur ek smile di aur kichan me pani dene chali gai . me vahi betha aur. I was still weirded out by the prospect of enjoying my night-time trysts, but the biggest problem for me was that Liira had managed to instil a Pavlovian response in me. Whenever I was in close physical proximity to my mother's body, I would begin to bar up in preparation for sex. I can't even tell you how bad it was to be in a car with her, desperately trying to hide my state. She'd spotted what was going on once. Her embarrassed cough and the way she pointedly ignored the subject at hand had. Obviously, I tried to talk to the thing. It - and I could not bring myself to think of it as he - showed no sign of comprehension. I tried something more basic, offered it some of the food that I had in my pack - an apricot, to be exact. It did grab the fruit - I only just avoided getting my hand savaged in the process - and then it bolted... up the wall, over my head and into the ornate carvings surrounding the ceiling. I could just about keep track of its movements, at first, following it at. So I just went inside. She was sleeping.I slowly woke her up and gave her a surprise. She was happy to see me and said she finally got company. Now we spoke for some time. While talking my eyes were on her sexy ass. She noticed that and she changed the topic. We spoke for some time and then I left.Next day again I came but this time with an idea. I greeted her with rose flowers. She was in bed. I took her downstairs to the hall. She was surprised to see few things a massage table, different.