Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3x5 card with the number 6 written on it.... "Number 4" a voice announces over the microphone.A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She is getting undressed! Ooh. Auditions. But she is not very good. I can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is shaking. Real nervous.. Had I done that? However, it was not my story that had embarrassed her but something else. We had been married for ten years and she now told me a story that she had never shared. With me or anyone else. Once, when she was on the volleyball team in high school, in her last year of school, she had made a major error in a very important game. After the game her male coach had made her do laps around the court for an hour. Then, when all the other teammates had left and the building was almost. I wanted to feel the hard warm flesh of his excited cock and to taste the drops of pre-cum oozing from his cock as I brought him closer to cumming with my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum and feel his hands in my hair as he released his cum into my mouth where I planned on swallowing every last drop. More than anything, though, I wanted to feel the walls of my pussy slowly expand as he slid that beautiful cock of his into me. Filling me to the core and making me cum all over him. I wondered if. ? Main bola araam hi karne ki kosis kar raha tha aunty par aap log sone de tab na..?Itni jor…jor se dhada…dhad awaaze aa rahi thi main yahi soch raha tha ki kahin chor to nahi ghus aaya aur yahaan aa kar dekha to nazaara hi badla hua hai mama ji bol pade haan beta main samajh gaya tujhe yahaan kya cheez kheech kar laayi hai aakhir hain na tu bhi lund dhaari bata choot maarni hai na iski…? Maine jhooth ka naatak dikhaate hue kaha mama ji aap bhi kaise gandi baatey kar rahe hai bhala main aunty.