Well guys let me tell you about all the characters in these story first character is obviously me and the rest characters are smita aunty (F 43, 34-32...-36)and her daughter prema (F18, 32-30-32) Well now let’s start with the story i don’t want to bore you guys so here is the story of my best fuck and let me tell you guys this is a real story and it’s not a work of fiction and i live in Mumbai i think all this background will be enough for nowI still remember it was 26 July 2005 it was raining. We washed our sheets every weekend so this wouldn't be out of the ordinary to my wife. After getting the sheets into the washing machine, I went and wiped down the living room carpet where some of my cum had dripped earlier. It had started to dry by now so my wife wouldn't have seen it, but it was cum in the carpet ... it still needed to be cleaned.I heard the shower shut off upstairs just as I finished. Crisis averted! From there, the rest of our weekend continued on as normal, as if nothing. Yo trataba de tirar mi cabeza hacia atrás, para no ver cómo ella tomaba mi pene y también para evitar ver sus senos. Pero el espejo al lado me daba más sorpresas. Veía su culo marcado en ese pantalón, que cada vez que se agachaba se marcaba más y más. En eso estaba cuando siento que nuevamente agarra un pañuelo y comienza a limpiarme. De inmediato apareció una nueva gota, y otra y otra más. La miré mientras ella cambiaba su mirada de mi pene hacia mis ojos, y de vuelta a mi pene, sin para de. She cupped her breasts, pursed her lips at the men and women who ogled her. As low drum beats began, her hand slowly found her nest. She masturbated as her dance carried her around the center ring. Many sat forward in their seats as the music lowered so they could hear her labored breathing as her fingers dug deeper and faster.As she neared release, Janeen's dance carried her close to the large bed. She was now thrusting in wild abandon and her grunts were loud and in syncopation with her clit.