Bhabi smiled and told “you have already been started, Borsha, have your dinner first, then you should enjoy with Moni.” Borsha replied in tired vo...ice, “no mom, I’m now more hungry for this (she shook my penis to show her mom) than the dinner, mom, you can join us.” Panna Bhabi again tried to convince Borsha to have her dinner “but Borsha we could do it later, please have your dinner first, all foods are warm now.” But Borsha didn’t agree with her mother and took me to the bed and invited her. “How was it?” my aunt asked him. He was so flushed that thanks were the only word that came out of his mouth. Without saying another word, he went out and closed the door behind him as he went on. Finally, my aunt came and opened the bathroom door.She saw me sitting with my own cum all over me and giggled. She grabbed me by my dick and made me follow her to the very sofa where she was being fucked. She lay down on the coffee table, this time face up, and spread open her legs and asked me to. Perhaps it all should have ended there, maybe she should have just let sleeping dogs lie. She’d certainly tried to pretend it had never happened, telling herself every clichéd line there was as she slowly went about the motions of her life. However, very soon her guilt had begun outweighing her feelings of loneliness. She’d had to talk to someone, so she went to Bulma. Like so many mistakes, it had seemed a good idea at the time. Bulma had greeted her with her usual cheerful demeanour, giving a. ‘Ten,’ it landed, I called it out and then Master stopped. He didn’t move for the longest time. Now you have to remember that I was upside down and my head had banged the floor with every smack. I knew I wasn’t thinking as clearly as I should. I took this respite to add up all the spankings for each cheek. I figured I was already way over thirty on my right cheek, likely around thirty-five. All I knew was that my right cheek was a hellva lot sorer that my left. Some of the crowd had continued.