Feel free to contact me or comment on my story through my email id: Coming to the story As I already told you all, I am a ca student, I finished my ex...ams in the month of may and waiting for results. my aunt was suffering from nerve weakness, my uncle works at Hyderabad, he can’t get frequent leaves, only my elder cousin and aunt stay in BangaloreAs I was free till results, to look after my aunt and to be a helping hand to my sister, my parents sent me.I came to my aunt’s house, there were a. It had an odd feeling, almost like an hotel, where you could stay and you could eat and you could fuck as much as you like but it was never more than a port of call. Nor did she and Dina, his housekeeper, get on well, though she liked Jon, his assistant who lived with Dina close by.Once the New House of Joy was ready, she had moved in to her room and Hugo visited her more often. Her sense of impending rush as the deadline for the first girls to arrive approached distracted her from enjoying his. With my husband holding my hand and by my side, my eyes closed, he began.It felt different, usually it was cold with lots of gel. What he was putting up in me was warm, soft, gentle, and moving around in all the right places. By this time my husband was stroking my hair. I still had my eyes closed. Then I felt something more up in me. It felt so good, so warm, but it was on my clitoris! It startled me, I must have jumped a little.My husband whispered, “It’s ok, just go with it, doesn’t it feel. I push him back against a wall unbuttoning his shirt as I go. His hands are on my hips sliding into the waistband of my skirt his fingers grazing the dimples in my lower back just above where my round toned butt cheeks started. He lifted me with ease and I wrapped my legs round his waist as he lifted me onto one of the benches. I pull off his open shirt and run my hands over the toned runners body beneath. He thrust his crotch forward pressing against mine making me moan in anticipation. His.