I paused and said okay but I was not promising anything for his friend. He said that was cool.Driving over that afternoon, I thought about my mom and ...ow I knew she would be so hurt if she found out I was a slut. And if she knew I was having sex with some black guy I met up town, a thug!, she’d really be upset. I then remembered how it felt when his dick went inside me. How could it feel that good? Why hadn’t the white guys dick felt that good inside me? Yes there were a different in the sizes. I loved it though and I didn’t care. I was who I was and that wasn’t going to change, even though from here on out, I was going to try a little harder. I masturbated later that night, filling myself with multiple toys and vibrators, nearly going through my entire collection as I had one of the strongest orgasmic sessions of my life. One after another, my body was wracked with spasms of pleasure and my pussy sprayed my bed with juices as I rubbed my clit and double stuffed my holes with anything. Bharti: Maa, sab aapke tarah dadi banke nahi rahte. Sarika aunty ko pata hai unpar kya achcha lagta hai, aapke tarah old fasion nahi hai.Kavita: Fasion ka ye matlab to nahi na ki ang pradarshan karo.Sarika: Hahaha! Thodi bohut ang pradarsha chalta hai Saru.Bharti: Wahi to, maa ke paas kuch ho to na dikhayegi? Hahaha!Rahul sochne laga ki ye kya kah rahi hai? Kavita ke paas bhi dikhane layak bohut kuch hai jo usne dekha bhi hai aur maze bhi liye hai.Sarika: Hahaha, aise na kaho Bharti, Kavita bas. All I know was I was 46 at the time and young, so having the attention of an older man on me was great. I loved my uncle, even though my older mother would tell me to stay away from him and be careful, I didnt care. I didnt see anything wrong with him. He treated me better than anyone had. The more we wrestled, the more I would slip my hands and arms under his shirt, attempting to take him down and beat him up but at the same time feel his skin against mine and his curves. I enjoyed it, I think.