Mane kaha aunty ji do jan aaram say so sak te hai mare bed par aunty nae muskara tay huwa kaha acha rashid thik hai or mujhe aunty bedroom me lay gayi... .bedroom may jate hi aunty ne apni shadi utar di or blouse or patikot may mare bazu me aakar so gayi. Aunty kay ubhar martay boobs jay say blouse say bahar nikl ne kay liye tadap rahe the.. Mane aese hi aunty ji ko pucha uncle ki death ke baad aap ne doosri shadhi kyon nahi ki to aunt ne kaha tumare jaisa payara nojawan mila hi nahi .mane aunty. Ilooked up and her eyes were shining with love. She held mygaze and tightened her fingers around my hair. Her otherhand continued to hold my chin as she stared at my made-upface. Very briefly, she brought her face close to mine, andtouched her lips to mine. It wasn't really a kiss, but abrushing of our lips. I could feel myself melting into her,becoming her. My eye shadow, the same shade as hers,blended into her. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was. He was more patient this time, I'd feel himswell and be on the verge of ejaculating but before he did, he'd stopand wait for a minute or two. Then I'd get impatient and start to pushback into him and he would resume.Thirty minutes later he finally climaxed again and after a few slowthrusts he lay still. I felt him grow limp but I wasn't ready to releasehim yet and I would contract my muscles anytime he seemed to bewithdrawing."You really do enjoy this don't you?" he asked as he ran his. She is an incredible lover, my Susan, but my mind as well as the rest of me, always wanted that ass. I would often find myself dreaming about it, what it would be like to finally get in there, to see her back and grasp those hips while I plied my hard cock home. About a month ago, she began giving private tutelage to a Russian boy, Vanya was his name. They would always go into the dining room while I sat in the living room, Susan liked to have undivided attention. I could tell that she was.