Life was pretty good.After I had waxed the second time, she had taken my picture, after muchprotesting from me, saying she thought it was cute, and wa...nted somethingto look at while I was at work. I let her and all was good. I foundmyself more and more in moods of blissful euphoria, and chalked it up tohow life was going.One day, after work, when we were playing around, Jennifer fondled mychest. She sat up and looked at me with a bit of concern in her eyes."I think you've put on a little more. Kabhi kabhi aisa ehsas hota tha ki aunty mujhe key hole se dekh rahi he, toh me aur jor jor se mastrubate karta. Lekin meri aunty bedroom me nahi hogi mujhe pata tha, kyuki wo aise chichore kaam karnewalo mese nahi he iska mujhe andaja tha. mera nahana hua ur me towel lapetke bahar aagaya. bahar aake me mere baal dry kar raha tha tabhi meri aunty aayi aur mere bag me se meri shorts aur t shirt nikaalne lagi. Fir me turn hoke unko dekha to wo boli ”kya baat he ronit aaj kal khana jamke kha raha. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt.The next thing I knew it was morning. Bill was still asleep as I eased myself out of bed, grabbed a pair of panties and a shirt and headed for the bathroom. I dressed, walked to the kitchen, made myself a cup of coffee and turned on the news. I continued my thoughts from the previous night.I knew that no matter what else happened between us, I had to help Bill get out of the spot he was in. I went to the kitchen and pulled out my Dad's phone book. I. She asked if I had ever had sex with a woman, and I told her ‘no.’ She grabbed my hand and placed it at the edge of her pussy. I could feel that she was completely shaven, and was so smooth. She told me to touch her the way that I liked to touch myself when I masturbated. I tentatively started to rub her pussy, and she became more aggressive with her kiss. She grabbed the edge of her t-shirt, broke our kiss for a second, and pulled it over her head. Her tits were bigger than I had expected,.