My hands kept on fondling my beautiful Mamatha aunt’s ass and her soft belly as we enjoyed our lonely walk in night’s darkness towards the door wi...th my aunty not at all opposing my kinky acts. Mamatha aunty was not at all opposing my acts and that was enthralling me the most. She was submitting herself to me consciously this night. Once we reach the door, Mamatha aunty tried to open it with keys she had kept in her purse. While staying behind her, I cuddled myself into her back and buried my. He took in every inch of the sight before him. Her little black one shoulder strapped dress hugged her curves in all the right places. Her collar bones and neck sparkled sending a rush of blood to his head (both heads) with every twinkle. He could not help himself but before he reached out and grabbed her, embraced her, and ran his hands outlining her shape he stopped himself. His mother did not raise a dog. She raised a moral law abiding citizen. He looked away and stuttered. ‘Ye…you can. Kendall had little time to wonder what he was going to do next. From each end of the hallway where he was standing, a fairly large man appeared. Each of them advancing on him, and rapidly speaking in Spanish. Kendall had a very bad feeling about this. There was little to do, as he was trapped in the hallway, except to pound on the door of 233.Inside there was instant mayhem. The two girls were screaming at her, asking question after question, and not letting Andy answer a single one of them.. Of course, there was always the chance that they would just take them to a secluded place and videotape the removal of their heads for the good of the cause. That possibility brought to a screeching halt all her blindfolded speculation about her harsh treatment ahead. Any torture was far preferable to the ultimate separation of one’s head from one’s body.She heard the captors chattering about their next step and she sensed they were as undecided as she was about which direction they would.