. Achha bta colz m kitni gf banaiMe- bataya na mene ek bhi nhiAunty-kyuMe- koi mili hi nhi achhiAunty-or teri makan malkin ki ladki( m shock rh gya) k...ya hua mujhe sab pta h tune us ladki ko dekh kr hi rum liya tha na…Me- ha aunty but abhi tak kuch nhi huaAunty- haste hue tabhi….Me-kya tabhi auntyAunty-tu mujhe dekh rha thaMe- nhi auntyAunty- jhhot mat bol aaj bike p bhi bahut break mar rha tha… Or abhi mujhe naga dekha naMe- aunty sorry..Aunty- are m teri aunty hu… Mujhe to esi nazro m mat. Getting my cock sucked while she was wearing it was a bonus. Couldn’t resist spunking over it either. I asked her how she felt about fucking someone local. There were two she had her eyes on , both mid thirties and married. Karen knew this was too risky. She liked their wife’s and didn’t want to crap on her own doorstep. Reluctantly I had to agree. Two months later, a Saturday night, Karen’s feeling extra horny. She’d been telling me all day to make sure my cock was good and hard as she wanted. The note took her in the direction of the television hutch and she soon found another note. She was giddy with the game and I could tell her heart was racing. She was probably thinking this present better be worth the work…lol. The next note took her all the way upstairs to our bedroom to a painting that was hung on our wall. It is funny how we look at things each and every day but fail to actually look at it. Had she looked at the picture earlier more closely she would have noticed the note. While I was really enjoying watching her lay there I knew it was time to wake her up and let the real fun begin.I walked up the head of the bed, and softly stroked her cheek before deciding the a slightly rougher approach was going to be needed to wake her. I slapped her once hard across the face. She screamed as her eyes flew violently open, she looked around the room frantically trying to figure out what had happened to her. I knew that to make this the most fun, I needed to let her think, at.