I want those looks again!" No guesswork there, either. I reached out, pulled her close, and placed a sweet - but wet - kiss on her mouth. Her lips are... perfect - only slightly plump and pouty. We broke the hold, and I said, "I really need to see those tits!" (Granny Here: he did, but I said, "You have to touch them first - through the top!") I complied, and it felt great to have those mounds in my hands - caressing, massaging, squeezing. This lasted for a few minutes, and then I stopped.Gently. Becoming bolder, Stan began to unbutton her shirt. When he was done, her swollen breasts sprang free with a vengeance, making Stan delirious with lust. Pausing for a moment he licked his lower lip and then visited his hands, his face and his hot mouth upon her beautiful breasts. She had not been so intensely aroused like that in ages; his oraldexterity peeled away the vestiges of her public persona, as the slut in her emerged fully. She moaned and talked dirty as he pleasured her so deeply,. After aunty finished her work she came to hall and sat along with dad and watched tv for some time and left. Nothing much happened at that time. Next day morning I woke up and saw aunty working in kitchen and dad getting ready for office. I was secretly seeing aunty working and admiring her body. She was in her nighty and her shape of breast can be clearly seen, I was aroused looking at her arse as some part of her nighty was traped in her ass cheeks. Later I observed dad also doing the same. The bottom of the dress usually began as an ensemble-lace over satin. We might be out for dinner, or at a somewhat formal party. Only twice did she leave the satin at home. Once, at a restaurant at a table near the door. When the room was quite full, she decided she needed to go to the ladies room. The lace was quite pervasive, and so her nakedness was not immediately obvious. Her outward trip drew only sporadic attention, but enough to turn heads, and initiate whispers. By the time she set out.