“Not till we get home auntie, wants to use you”. My cock gave a little twitch at this as my imagination ran riot. “Let’s go home now auntie ...’ll get a taxi for my mum and we can have the night to ourselves” . She laughed at my impatience but said okay. We got to the front door and went in. Mum was sitting on he couch looking a bit spaced out. My auntie looked at her and said “are you all right”. My mum slurred yes why. “Well it looks like your pissed” auntie countered. “I took a couple. ”We hugged again.“I have a couple more questions, though,” she said.“I told you, you can ask me anything at all, any time.”“OK. So, you did everything with your dad?”“Just about. I can’t think of anything significant we didn’t do with each other.”“So,” Alex said as she brought her index finger to my lips, “your dad kissed these lips?”“Yes, he kissed them a ton.”“And,” she said, lowering her voice to just above a whisper, “did you take his cock in this mouth?” Sensing my slight hesitation, she. She put her arms around my neck. I could see the warm, loving smile in her eyes before she kissed me.Have I said enough about kissing, about touching, feeling, caressing, tantalizing, cuddling, fondling, embracing? Probably not. It is hard (no pun intended) to say too much about the feelings a man and woman get from the loving fellowship of libidos. Mary was a wonderful, delicious woman, soft where she should be soft, but with a thick torso from years of physical exercise, a strength. . or mujay hanse a rahi thi , mom nay koi 40sceands apnay mu main layaOr teeth say os kay lund kay cap ko press kiya . or phir chhor diya , or hansany lag pare . ehehehehehe ……. dhaka maray battay ? or main khara hansany laga , or khan chcha bolay itne dard ho rahi hai mujay . mom be hans rahi thi , mujay boli , phir karon bite ,or main hans para , or mom nay phir apna pora mu khola or khan chcha ka redish colour wala lund ka motta cap mu main lay liya , or es baar pora cap mom kay mu main tha.