As I said I work from home most of the time, I got enough chances to speak with Usha aunty during this one year. I ogle at her whenever I get a change... and get an instant hard-on. I still could not figure out how to get inside her nighty. I was too afraid to make a move. I satisfied myself by jerking off.As both my parents are working, I used to be alone in my home and she too would be alone with her newborn after her husband and elder kid went out in the morning.I sometimes used to play with. Although many of the major network stations had ceased to operate, amateur radio stations had sprung up to pass gossip and weather around the local area. Simon liked listening to one character that went by the pseudonym "Captain Pete" and kept the alarm clock tuned for his early morning show.It was six o'clock in the morning and Arabella lay awake in Simon's bed listening to the radio. This morning, the Captain had been talking about the large, organized groups of bandits that had moved out of. He came when all were slept. I opened the door without making noise and took him to my aunt’s room. Bhaiya made some noise and shook my aunt. She was fast asleep. He told me to sit on a chair and watch what he did. He straightway mounted on my aunt and kissed her everywhere, then caressed her, squeezed her boobs for few minutes. By now his dick was rock hard. He gently pulled her gown upwards. Her pussy was exposed as she didn’t wear a panty. He lifted and widened her thighs. He pulled his. She’d been stressed out with all the stuff she had going on lately. He closed his eyes and blew out a deep breath. Of course, Kip and Margie were there. Margie, he thought, that crazy bitch. She’d been in rare form, hands all over Fitz. The flirting had gotten more brazen over time, an open joke, but it still flipped a switch inside him. He visualized her perfect posture and slinky curves and wondered what kind of fuck she’d be. He knew it wouldn’t take much to make it happen. Other.