.Jab wo mujhse baat kar rahi thi to us time usne ander bra nahi pahani thi aur uske boobs hil rahe the ,aur mera lund fir se tan kar khada ho gya ,ye ...ekh kar wo hansne lagi aur boliAunty-chalo ander aa jao….Me-main ander chal gya aur baith gyaWo ander jake apne kapde utrne lagi jaise ki main koi ladka nahi ladki hun…….Me-aunty ap kahan se aai ho.Aunty-tere maa ke ghar seAur itna kah ke hansne lagi,aur mere khade hue lund ko dekh kar boli-ye kya hai chota sa jo itna uchal raha hai…….To maine. As I opened the door to my room I could hear the TV on in the living room below me. I couldn't make out what she was watching but the music seemed pretty cheesy. My curiosity piqued, I made my way quietly down the stairs. Rounding the corner into the living room I could just see the top of Chrissie's head above the cushions of the couch but what caught my eye was what was playing on the TV. A young redhead was splayed out naked on a bed while a guy about my age was stuffing her mouth with his. It's like the old joke:St. Peter is standing at the gates of heaven sorting the recently deceased."John Smith, Baptist, you're in. Please go to room 321, but be very quiet going by 317."Jenny Taylor, Jew, you're in. Please go to room 324, but be very quiet going by 317."Carl Reed, agnostic, you're in. Please go to room 342, but be very quiet going by 317."Excuse me St. Peter," the next man says, "I was wondering why you tell everyone to be quiet when they go by room 317?"St. Peter smiles. "Room. .” We finished dinner mostly in silence, with the occasional small talk, then we headed home.When home, he led me to the bedroom. His nervousness rubbed off on me. I had no idea what was about to happen. I put my bag down on my dresser and began taking off my jewelry just to give my hands something to do. When nothing was left, I turned to him expectantly. His hands were flitting from his tie, to his pockets, to his hands. He looked up at me and stilled his hands."So... what did you want to.