We tell each other how happy we are to see each other, even though anyone witnessing the situation would know that with certainty. Eventually we get u...p from the ground. Gathering some debris that fell from the car seat. I let her sit in the seat and close her door for her. I want her to know that I respect her. She leans over the seat and unlocks and opens my door. She understands I respect her but also knows she doesn’t need me, and I respect that. I hop in, the car is air conditioned. The. My eyes fly open. "That is not for eating." Sex first," she adds.All right. That's pretty hard to misinterpret. A complex moral dilemma is resolved through practical application. Having seen Boy worry a purloined sweater into its component parts, I have no doubt she could undo the famed Gordian knot were she to set her mind to it, but she's really more the sort to scale a tapestry, yank down the Sword of Damocles, and slice that bastard in twain.That I am wasting time and mixing antiquities as. Aunty was pulling me towards her and her nails were digging in to my back. Aunty broke the hug, took my face in her hands, pulled near her face and said, fuck me Rahul, fuck me hard and long tonight. Make love to each and every inch of my body. Hearing these kind of words from an 48 yr old woman was just too much. I just replied, aunty, today i am gonna eat you. I kissed her, and aunty kissed me back with a lot of passion. Our mouths were glued to each other.The way she was kissing me, only. As if reading my mind, she broke the kiss and said, "You're going to cum, aren't you?" "Yes," I told her. "You're going to make me cum, baby. That feels so good!" Then, she shoved another finger into my pussy, stretching my hole. I screamed and the sudden pleasure and she slapped her hand over my mouth. "Shut up, slut! You're going to get us caught!" I loved that dirty talk. Calling me a slut brought me even closer to an orgasm. I started bucking my hips, grinding my pussy into her hand..