" Well, I'm sick of being the poster boy for "Nice guys finish last."Fortunately, my brain didn't fail me the way my looks did. I am almost always the... smartest person in the room. And here is a little secret you may not know: most people are so afraid of being seen as stupid that they won't contradict you if you speak with any kind of authority. I didn't use this technique for purely selfish purposes until I was in medical school.For most of my undergraduate years, I was in love with one. To know more about Saumya aunty, read my previous sex story at (https://www.indiansexstories2.net/author/storywriterxx/)Most parts of the written stories are true and happened to me in my tech life after I came to Chennai and this one is my last true experience with her.No problem if you didn’t read the previous stories but just know that Saumya aunty is my friend’s mom and we had an explicit and unimaginable hot relation between us. Saumya aunty had to shift to Dubai permanently to stay with. ‘Because I’m not human,’ Charlene said, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor, standing before them in her bra, black lace hold up stockings and a tiny black G-string. ‘My father and I are magical creatures – – demons, I suppose you’d call us – – and we have powers that you can only dream of. But,’ she paused and pulled aside her underwear, sliding two fingers into her sopping, hairless pussy as the other women stared enraptured. ‘Mmmmm – – fuck – – ahhhh, yeah,’ she sighed,. I wanted to jump and bend him over, but he pushed me down back on the bed. I grunted as I tried to get up. He laughed as he got on top of me. He locked my legs with his. I felt his hard cock pressing up against me. It was surprisingly small, at least 5 and a half inches. I rolled around in his king sized bed, so I was on top. He squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading it and fingering me. I moaned as I tore away his boxers. I got up and helped him up. "You are horny," he smiled. He bent over the.