To maine mazakiya lahze me kaha ki ha pyas lagi hai.. Kuchh pilayogi kya to usne kya ki apka saman lene to bhai gaya hai.. Mai pani du kya.. To maine ...kaha thik hai mai filhal pani se hi kam chala leta hu.. Shayad vo bhi kuchh kuchh samajh rahi thi ki mai kya kahna chah raha hu.. Par anjan ban rahi thi.. Vo pani lekar aayo to mai bad par baitha tha to uski chuchi bilkul mere chehre ke samne thi.. Man kiya use apne taraf khich ke uski chuchiyo ko apne mu me bhar lu.. Par.. Fir maine pani ka gilas. 30 pm she was welcome and enter on her guest room ,I was sitting in a chair when she strolled over to my side of the table. She made her presents known by pushing up against my shoulder with her hip. I let my hand drop to my side and cup the back and inside of her calf and gave a little rub and then released. She made some small talk then said, “You don’t have to beg for it”. Just ask! Then she walked back to her table. I had been eyeing her she was watching me watch her. I am a Aunty watcher.. A cold rush off air kissed her ass and she would've questioned what he was doing but suddenly a horn sounded and she realized that someone was staring at her dripping lips right now. He kept his hand on the back of her head and that was okay. She decided she better keep her head down in case somebody recognizes her.Another honk and he slapped her ass."I told you people would pay to fuck you. Those guys would have."She guessed the other car was gone now. She was literally dripping with. Forget it. The car turned onto her street. My hands visibly trembled and I repeatedly shuffled about as the driver slowed to a halt in the middle of the cul-de-sac and we stared at each other. “So...” we started, both simultaneously mocking some kind of clichéd awkward love scene and genuinely unsure of what next to say. The moment seemed like an age, an age of pulses racing and of hearts beating so loudly the driver could barely hear his radio. She laughed uncomfortably and made a long sigh,.