I thought you were out already.” “No problem dude,” he said coolly, not bothering to cover up. “I should’ve made sure the door was closed.�...He grabbed the towel and started drying his hair, then his chest and arms, finally moving down to his legs waist and covering himself up. “Yeah, I uh…just needed some deodorant,” I said awkwardly, grabbing it out of the drawer. “Yeah sure man, no problem,” he said again. “But I mean, it’s not really fair right?” “What isn’t?” “I mean, you got to see mine,”. She always attends class wearing her glasses, a bulky and shapeless top (modesty, remember - not allowed to reveal her 'shape' openly, but you can tell she probably has a good figure on her), denim trousers and flat, sensible shoes. Really... not a girl you'd normally look twice at except that, beyond the glasses, she obviously has a nice face and seems fairly friendly and chatty for a muslim girl. In the 2 years I've been going, I've probably only had one conversation with her - though it was. As we entered my car I asked where to go and he said smiling:"Your place, white married slut, your hubby is away for sure. Let’s go". I drove home and soon we were at my front door. I was scared but excited at the same time, letting an unknown black man into my house…I heard him lock the deadbolt; then he asked me a beer. When I came back with two cans, he was standing there completely nude.He told me his name was Richard, about forty years old, divorced, horny and having in mind same idea as I. Unhe esa dekh main madhosh ho raha tha aur pure josh se unki chut ko chat raha tha. Unki chut ka raas pi raha tha. Aur aunty jhad gayi. Unka saara raas mere muh mein aagaya.Aisa raas phele kabhi nahi piya tha maine. Aunty ke face par ek alag hi khushi thi aur ek alag sa naasha tha unki aankho mein. Bas ab baari thi unhe jannat ki ser karane ki. Unhe ride karwane ki. Main aunty ke upar aagaya aur unhe kiss karne laga.Aur kiss karte karte main apne lund ko aunty ki chut par ragdne laga.Aunty.