I made her blush when I complimented her on her beauty and when I asked her if she ever considered fooling around with another man, she blushed furiou...sly as she glanced around the room looking for her husband. He was at the bar talking to a few men, she looked back at me and shyly said, "No one has ever asked me to." I leaned close to her ear, inhaled her perfume and whispered, "Consider yourself asked." I heard her soft gasp, but she didn't pull away when I placed my hand on her knee under the. Then I pushed back against him and his hands cupped my breasts. My hands covered his and I squeezed as well. He started unbuttoning my blouse.Blouse? For just one second the unreality of it struck me, but then his hand went inside my blouse and his fingers caressed my nipples and it was like lightning struck me. I didn’t understand but couldn’t help myself. The feelings, after so long in isolation, just fired up so suddenly, I was ill-prepared and wasn’t sure I cared for that moment. His hands. .Aunty:- haaa baba ..Batati hu.. Unke usko naa hum logo me naa …. Land kehate hai… Aur meri niche wali ko naa… Puddi yane ki chut. Kehate hai… Ab aur nahi baba muje saram aa rahi hai..Me:- achaa aap ke is me bhi unkw o ko land kehte hai aur hamre is me bhi usko landdd hi kehte hai… Aur aap ke niche wali jo hai naa jis me jannat hoti hai use bhi hamre me use naa chut hi kehate hai…Me ye sab bolte wakt jan bujkar mere land ko sehla raha tha aur unki pith ko bhiAunty:- shii baba aap ko patha tha. The juices glistening on the lips.I stand behind her, waiting, letting the anticipation build as I watch her, this tall confident intelligent woman reduced to a pliable piece of meat. I grip the shaft and move it so the tip rubs along her slit, coating it in her juices. She moans appreciatively as I do so. At the same time, I move my other hand up her back, tracing the line of her spine until I reach her head.Running my fingers through her hair, I again twist the tresses through my fingers..