She nodded-‘ok.’I pushed the fingers further in. Her fresh Boor hole was smooth, wet and warm. I tried to expand the Boor hole with the fingers. S...he liked the action…’achha lag raha hai…’Now, I grabbed her thighs by my arms, spread them apart and put the supari of the Lund on the mouth of the love hole. She adjusted herself for proper centering..And, then, I pressed the Lund against the love hole. It slipped upwards, rubbing her clitoris. She chuckled -‘Aahh’…Nishana chuk gaya….Tum to anari. That’s when the booze caught up to me, and I passed out.I don’t know exactly what else happened to me that night, and I probably never well - unless some of the photos leak online. The only memory I do have is bright flashes of light from camera phones, and I woke up with my photo Id resting between my tits. The photo ID was proudly proclaiming who I was, telling the world my address and all my details, if you could read it clearly. It, and the rest of my little tits, were covered in cum. Once. .Maine kaha ..Sala itna bada harami ..Kaise ban gaya ..Wo bola ..Bas puch mat bhai …1 baar chut ka nasha lag jaae fir puch mat …Ab bas 1 aunty ko bajana hai yaar ..Main bola ..Bete itna aasaan nahi hai … Aunty chodna almost impossible hai …Kunal …Are tu bas dekhta jaa … Jald hi 1 aunty ki chudai karunga …Fir usne mujhse pucha ki ..Tera kahi chakkar to nahi chal raha ..Maine bol ..Nahi yaar ..Bas mujhe v 1 aunty type pasand hai chodne k lie ..But sala kaise mamla set karu samajh me hi nahi aa. ” I rejoindered prissily.“But you two are fucking, non?”“Chris-”“Most certainly not!” I huffed. “Ben’s father and I are… involved,” I added, seeking a word that would add gravitas to our relationship. Christian looked serious for a moment, his countenance radically different when he was not laughing. He lowered his head in silence.“Madame, I am truly sorry. I did not realise this was so, you are Ben’s (French for step-mum), his… ah, his step-mother, non? Again I am very sorry!” Actually, I.