Then Amy was on her knees, sucking in his cock, emptying his balls down her throat; then coming back up for air to share the drops of cum around her m...outh. Looking over her shoulder, Andrew realised that all the fantasy postcards featured Amy in various states of undress – some flouting the obvious bulge in her shorts, others with a perfectly smooth girl crotch, with a different phone number. Several photographs were taken from behind, showing her delicious buttocks wrapped in white cotton. She gets up, comes over to me and hugs me for the coffee. My heart is pumping. I pull away and pull her back in and kiss her. Surprisingly, she kisses back. The next thing I know, our tongues are dancing together and this one kiss is so passionate and long, that I remember nothing else from this morning. From now on, every morning I see her is like this. We’re making out. One day, I decide to get a little riskier and slide my hand up her shirt, massaging her tits. Kneading them, pinching. To kuch dino baad dobara aunty ayi unhone dobara mujhse unke bete ki help karne ko kaha to maine kaha aunty aj to hamare ghar men guest ane wale hai to unhone kaha koi nhi mere ghar par akar pada do. to mai unke ghar chala gaya maine unke bete ko padaya or uske sare doubts clear kar diye padne ke baad unka beta bahar khelne chala gaya to maine aunty ko kaha ki chalo mai ab chalta hun to unhone kaha nhi sunny thodi der baitho ham sath men baithkar chai piyenge orThoda unke bete ki padai ke baren. He?s got me standing bentforward at the waist with my legs straight, feet about shoulder width apart. Mysoft, full tits swing freely from my body as I gently squeeze my stiff nipples.Immediately behind me, also naked, my Dad?s sitting in the shade of anumbrella, on the edge of a chair with his legs spread very wide, the inside ofhis legs pressing against the back of my calves. His stiff cock bobs in frontof his body, and as I look at him, backwards between my legs, a smear of hisprecum oozes.