From my teenage I was not interested more towards girls, but towards guys and aunties. There was a neighboring aunty Rani (Name and City changed), aro...und 45 years of age. she was 5’5 tall, dark complexion, with the structure 32-28-38. Her ass was the best feature. She had a daughter married in Mumbai who was suffering childless for long years. Her husband was running some construction company. And so he used to be out of town all the time. Of-course both our family are quiet close to each. My first port of call was Primark and a place with enormous potential to deliver, but it didn’t.They only stock sizes up to 8 sadly and my school gurl error of asking innocently if they ‘have these in a size nine?’ gave the game away and the swarm of hip young zombies were alerted and I was driven from the shop by pointing legions of undead teenage girls, cackling and screeching like demented, defecating zombie Baboons as the actual real Manager hurled great handfuls of steaming excrement at. But she dragged me between her legs like the crew manhandles a whale. I’d forgotten how naturally pugnacious she was.Neither of us had any experience with the other’s sexual equipment. So, there was an uncertain moment as we got accustomed to the terrain. Still, the concept is age-old, and the design is so intuitive, that we rapidly discovered how things fit. It was extremely hot and slippery down there, which was baffling. But we were bathed in a scent that made me crazy.The human animal has a. My head is swimming, that familiar exhilarationfearlustlonginghope monster has me in its grip and now i decide i don't want it to release me.The drive from the airport was agony. i was on edge and the driver said nothing, not a word, which might have made me feel a little at ease. That, i think, is what You wanted.i'm here, "It's my birthday." i say to myself.A room. Recessed lighting turned down made it intimate and comforting. i sit in the chair that the letter instructed i sit in, and listen.