Priya was a sweet jolly kind of a girl. She was a cool girl. I was afraid to go to shylaja’s house as it reminded about what aunty had pointed out. ...In spite of that I boldly went to their house and helped Priya. I found Priya flirting with me but I was not interested with her, also I was afraid that aunty might notice this. Aunty was very cordial with me and no where it appeared that aunty remembered what she pointed out. I had many chances to watch auntie’s shapely body. When aunty used to. Everyone would always compliment my cooking. Even the kids at school would tell me how much they liked my cooking compared to their mom's. It always made me feel good.As I pulled into the parking garage I saw a couple of the people that worked with Steve driving out of the building. I was wondering who all had to work over. Henry, the guard at the desk saw me and smiled. I have known him for years."Hi Mrs. Wilson, how are you this evening?" I'm fine Henry. Is Steve still here?" Henry checked. I really like her smooth mound. This is one good thing to come out this mess. Karen gave a little gasp when my tongue licked from her clean little rosebud up to her hooded clit. A clit that wasn’t going to remain hidden for long. I know that Karen is super sensitive all around her clit that when fully engorged is at least a quarter of an inch long. I gave it all my attention until she began her ascent to a massive orgasm. Her whole body shook and she was moaning with joy. The orgasmic plateau. I hold my breath. Chances are he can see how wet I am and the sun must be lighting up my little golden cunt like a lamp. So I roll over onto my back, straighten one leg out to the side a little and do a niiiice stretch.With my eyes closed and my pussy throbbing, I smile to myself wondering what he's thinking with my snatch on display like it is.Water is dripping on me. I open my eyes surprised to find him standing over me with a nicely sized bulge in his swim shorts and I lick my lips. He pulls.