Darwaja khula tha. Maine chhupkar sab dekha. Kal tum Arati Didi ke saath khel rahe the na…Main dekh to nahi payee lekin tum dono ki awaj sunkar sama...jh gayee…ki tum log kya kar rahe the…’I was turning mad. My Lund was jumping. I was observing that the iron was becoming red hot. She also seemed to be aroused and breathing heavily. I put her hand on my Lund. Firstly she hesitated but later caught it eagerly with her hand and started squeezing it. I put my hand on her chuchis and started massaging. "Whatever you want!" I was hoping you'd say that!" She grabbed my wrists, one at a time and lashed them to the headboard with a couple of her father's old ties. With my arms extended, spread-eagle fashion, I was now powerless to stop her from doing whatever she wanted, no matter how kinky. She removed her panties and, wadding them up, stuffed them in my mouth. She tasted every bit as good as she smelled. Continuing with her chores, she removed my shoes, socks, pants, and boxers, all the while. Walking up to me after I dropped her bag on the bed, she smiled, “Well, technically, your not, since you and Aunt Mary divorced, but don’t let that stop you!” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she lifted her head and pulled mine down to hers. Our lips met, brushing slightly against each others. We held there for a moment before I opened my mouth and hungrily pressed my tongue inside hers. Molding her body to mine, I stopped wanting to be proper, letting my penis’s imagination run wild,. Before they left, I thought I'd at least try to see if they could go by and pick up some of my clothes from my apartment."What do you need your clothes for? You're just going to be around here," Pam said."I want some of my clothes so I can at least feel a little more comfortable."Amy spoke up, "I'm sorry Scott, but we're not going all the way over to your apartment tonight to pick up some of your clothes just so that you can be 'more comfortable'." Scott, if you need any of your clothes, I.