My mail id is Now to start with my experience on this friday, after posting my first incident with my aunt i got many mails from iss readers specially... females from ahemdabad, (got one mail from banglore to get in touch with my aunt as well). I read most of the mails and also tried to reply many of them but though it is really tough to reply all as you know i have my other business as well and do have appointments for massage mostly everyday during my noted timings which is after 5 p.m. mon to. My long black skirt spilled down his legs hiding everything from view.Suddenly the feeling changed. Looking down at him, he smiled. His cock was pressing against my soaking panties. He had reached down and unzipped, pulling his cock free under the cover of my long skirt. I continued to dance/grind on his cock for another song or two. Then, the best thing that could ever happen, happened. sisters of Mercy -- Lucretia came on. I was getting closer to a climax of my own. My satin panties were. ...I eventually asked them to see if they could help me find the screw and they of course helped for a while. Then the black guy joked and said since they can't find the screw they could screw me back at his place. Well, I thought about it and thought about what my husband would say about me going to a strangers house...especially two guys alone to fuck. I told them that, but said if they were serious to meet me in the ladie's restroom....hadicapped stall. They followed me. I could not. She gulped back her rising panic and hurried out of the house.Outside, she took a deep breath. She was glad her mother wasn't home. There would have been questions about all the time spent in the barn. She smiled. Tomorrow, there would be no questions. She ran across the yard to the barn."Here I am," she called out as she stepped into the barn and closed the door. She looked at the two stalls and the frisky stallions. Her knees suddenly went weak. "I'm getting nervous," she said aloud, her own.