I felt my clit start to pulse, at the memory of what John had done to me. Okay, Jeanne, put any second thoughts behind you. Last night was one of the ...most perfect nights I had ever experienced. He liked me. He wanted me. And god damn it, I have every intention of sending him home, thanking God he is a man. I finished getting ready, and took one last tour of the bedroom and bath. It looked inviting, smelled good, and had just the right amount of candles scattered around the room. I took an. I grab my handbag and hold it close to my body like a shield. Evidently, this must be a mistake. They gave me a wrong address at work, they messed up the agendas. Someone else was supposed to be here, and someone else is now probably looking at photographs of some landscapes.“Have you looked enough?” he asks suddenly and I almost drop my handbag. I open my mouth, but I can’t speak. I must look like a fish out of water, gasping for breath, squirming helplessly. I feel that way. I am a married. "Well, Rob, I am going to teach you how a woman, me of course, likes to be touched, played with, have my pussy eaten and how I likes to be entered and fucked with a hard cock." Aunty grabbed my hands and moved them to her lingerie-covered breasts. "Squeeze them, Rob, but not too hard, you want to tease a woman, rub my breasts through my slip and bra, gently," she instructed me. I moved my hands slowly up and down on her covered breasts. They felt nice and I could feel my cock quickly getting. ” She said, “Abhi, its difficult like this, it will not go.” I said in the broken word, “Bhabhi no, I wanna fuck like this.” She then climbed a little more on me. Then lowered her one hand in between her legs and grabbed my cock.Then she positioned my cock just on the opening of her pussy slit and said: “Push now.” She still grabbed my cock, and with her hand pushed my cock into her pussy now. She was fucking herself. It was that amazing. Then I lifted her a little more so that I get a better.