Her fingers reached my pussy. She stroked at my blonde curls as she kissed over to my other nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen...fabric rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.The hysterical flutters built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde curls, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us.“Tabitha,” I panted, the squirming. Khada ho gya tha aur aunty ki chut bhi ekdum pink aur shaved thi lekin maine firse khud ko roka aur aunty ko kaha ki aunty pair uthaiye salwar nikal ne k liye to unhone salwar nikal di ab aunty aur pareshani main thi ki wo washroom kaise kare kuiki wo baith nhi pa rhi thi to unhone kaha ki tlbeta wo side.Dekho aur diwaar ka sahara lekar unhone khade khade apne chaddi side main karke mut diya wo balance na hone k karan gir gyi jaise hi aunty giri maine unhe turant uthaya aur bed pe sula diya ab. He began massaging gently, gliding a finger in between her pussy lips, slowly pushing a little harder, a little deeper. His other hand made its way around Kristin chest, brushing her breasts, tracing her stomach muscles and then resting agonizingly against her clit. It was so swollen that the light brush of his hand almost made her cum. She moaned audibly. This was too much, she needed some release, anything. He began to massage her clit from the front, and pushed a finger deep into her pussy.. Your father and I were rivals for your mother’s hand. He won.” My ‘uncle’ shrugged his acceptance of the fact.“Mother and Father never said anything of the sort,” I said. “You were just one of those people that one sees at odd times and places, though I always knew you to be the closest of friends.” Uncle Wally nodded and smiled wryly. “Did you know Mother’s family?” I asked. “I met what there was of Father’s, but Mother rarely talked about hers. I believe they were from India.”“Well,” he.