I was standing in the bathroom door watching Helen Johnson, our neighbor, standing on the bathroom counter, one foot on either side of the sink. She w...as definitely scared because she was pissing herself. Standing on the counter, her legs spread almost two feet, opened her pussy, and allowed me to see her slit in its natural beauty. She was pointing at the mouse in the center of the floor, as she was trying to talk to me, her words unrecognizable. I assumed she was speaking Danish, her native. She: But, why?Me: Nothing.She: No, tell. I know everything. Touching my ass, staring at my boobs. Even now you are peeping at my cleavage. What is this? Why are you doing this?Me (shocked): Sorry, Aunty.She: No. Tell why? I won’t tell anything to your mom. It will be between us. Share your feelings.Me (sign of a relief for me): Actually I like sex and want to have fun with someone. I want someone to teach me about all these things. I am a shy guy at the college and girls won’t even talk such. Dono ne bahut hi choti skirt , ekdum tight top aur high heels pahani thee maine manju se poocha kya baat hai aur choti skirt nahi mili to usne bola tumahri bahan ki hai mere ko thodi tight hoti hai.mai bola kahan ja rahi ho to bahan boli thodi shopping karne. Per sham ho jaayegi.Maine kaha theek hai . Tabhi sister ander gayee to maine manju se saaf pooch liyaMaine tumhaari saari baat suni hai pol khol du.To manju ekdum bol padi tum bhi to rafik ki randi ban kar gaand marwaate ho maine to kisi. I love that he loves my ass, I love that he loves to lick my pussy, I love that he loves to suck my breasts. I love that he'll do all those things for me until he passes out from exhaustion if that's what I ask of him because I've satisfied him like no other woman ever could. He had become totally and completely mine. He was mine as much as if he were a slave that I owned. But his devotion to me is more powerful than if I legally owned him. I own him mind, body, heart and soul because I.