Her saree had moved up way above her knees and her smooth legs were exposed to my lustful eyes for the first time. Her legs calves were fleshy, smooth... and simply inviting me to chew them off. I stood there for sometime taking in the mesmerizing view my beautiful Mamatha aunt’s body.Till know I didn’t see Mamatha aunty in the sexual way, she definitely a hot sexy body which was covered by the saree. She looked like bollywood actress Vidya Balan, had a slightly plump body, her breasts were big. I laugh a little because he lifted up his hips like a girl letting a guy take off her panties.“You’ve got to lift your feet,” I say softly.He does so, and then looks embarrassed. “Don’t worry,” I tell him. “When you tell your Delta brothers about this, you can say that you jumped on top of me.”He gives me a weak smile and I jump on top of him. One of the realities of sex is that it can go as fast as the woman is ready for. Once a guy is hard, it can go in anytime, anywhere, and the only thing. I watched, spellbound, as her fingers slid over her abdomen, and down between those waiting lips. I saw her middle finger arch and bury itself within her. She was masturbating, right there in front of met I raised my hand to reach for her but she stopped me cold with a word.“Don’t.” Her voice had picked up a bit of an edge. “We are going eighty miles an hour and I am running this thing. You seemed to want a show, well, I’m giving you one, but don’t reach for me, it could kill us both.” I. She was really a one man woman, but even though she had been married before, had 3 kids, I knew she hadn’t had much of a lover until me, so I figured she must have some fantasies of her own, or at least some curiosity about what being with other men might be like or what may at least be different. I would occasionally ask her if she would like to be sucking on a cock while we were making love, and she would break her trance enough to say no, or shake her head. But still, it always seemed to be.