It was different with my Auntie Rose’s pussy, I knew instinctively what it was and what my hardness was and all I could think was that someday I wou...ld be humping that thing every night just like my lucky uncle.Well, here I was at age twenty-eight blessed with a whole stable of high-class broads and all I could think about was my widowed Aunt who at thirty-eight still never failed to give me an erection just thinking about what she was hiding under her tight pencil skirt and loose fitting blouse. That fit in well with my passion for hunting and shooting and I was happy as a clam during the rest of my four years on active duty.“When my time was up, the career counselors were after me big time to reenlist but by then, I had seen the light. I watched the senior men and their women and decided I really didn’t want a future like they had, walking around drinking coffee and putting up with crap enlisted men and women. Now don’t take me wrong, 98% of the junior enlisted are superior people but. I asked her to sit in the sofa along with me which she politely refused. Look kamini, I said, we are friends and you should move with me as a friend and don’t keep distance. We will talk, crack jokes, watch Tv and play games. You take food with me here and then go home in the evening just before my aunty comes. Otherwise I am very much bored. What do you say? I asked. She looked at me and smiled and said ok. I extended my hand and she took it and we shook hands like friends. My mother told me,. "Ann Mitchell looked up from the computer where she had been placingorders. "No problem, I can watch the store."Brianna grabbed her shoulder bag and put on a light sweater that seemedto accent her well-shaped breasts even more. "The mall management turnedthe heat down too early this spring. It's chilly in the common areas. " I left my jacket in the car." No problem, you can borrow this until we get back." Brianna pulled afloral-print shawl from a display table and draped it over.