Is tarh mari aunty ke sath dosti jab bhi ma aunty ka ghar sa jata tu aunty smile pass kerthi is tarh mari aunty ka sath dosti hogi aunty mara sath per...onal question pochna shhor kiya aapka kitna dost hai koi girklfriend bhi mana kaha abhi tak koi nahi banyee aunty na poocha kayo mana kaha asa hee. Ak din ke baat mummy na muja aunty ke ghar aunty ka dress ko dena ko kaha mana aunty ke dress la ker chal pada man bike roki or aunty ke ghar chala aunty ka main door open tha ma aunty ka room ke tarf. His tongue flicked across her lips. Her hands instinctively found theirplace to his broad, warm chest as he drew her still closer, kissing herdeeply.He pulled her to her feet. "Bed," he said, "but I can't cum. Thegirlfriend will be expecting it later."She was cut to the soul by this, her position as mistress confirmed oncemore, while her head and heart danced a giddy waltz to the tune of hiskiss.He took her hand and led her to her bedroom. Sitting her down he kneltand gently but firmly pushed. She just moaned around her mouthful of rigid prick and wiggled her ass around on his probing finger.He fingered her super-tight shitter, moaning a little as he felt the heat and tightness surround his finger. A fart-like aroma wafted into the air, but he didn't even mind that. His fingers was fucking in and out of his cousin's shitter, moving with exertion because she was so tight, and the motion made the young blonde's body quiver.She was swallowing his cock whole now, and trying to get his. "And don't you try to tell me to let it slide because he's the goalie," she admonished Lani. "If he wants to wear his socks backwards, that's fine; but he can still be polite." "He can try." The both turned in surprise to see Dom standing in the doorway. Filling the doorway, Lani noted. His shoulders were so broad they nearly touched the sides. "You better be here to apologize," Dee said tartly, "otherwise you can just go." "Dee!" Lani hissed. She put her hand to her forehead. Why does Dee pick.