Therefore, she was desperate to have sex with me. Along with her mail, she also gave her telephone number. Now my sex encounter starts from here.As I ...ot preachy phone number in my mail, I thought it might b fake… though I thought may b real,, so I decided to call her after 2 days and fortunately prachi had picked up the phone and I introduced myself and she was happy to hear me on the phone. Then prachi and I decided to meet each other, she told me that she would wear a blue sari. The next day. At that time I was in 10th class.Believe me friends I didn’t have any sexual desires at that time not a bit.so we were sleeping on terrace (me , my aunt ,my sister ,my grandma, my cousin brother) my parents were sleeping in room itself.I slept early.After some time my aunt came and she slept besides me.She was wearing nighty. In the midnight when I wokeup I was shocked..Because my face was on her chest between her breasts…Her hand was on my head pressing my towards her chest…Actually I was not. I want to live there, inside that pussy. I bury my cock, go deep and pause; afraid I might just shoot off my load right this minute. “Dutch, baby,” Sally calls out to her husband, “Are you watching this man fuck your wife? Are you? You hold that fucking load. It’s mine.”“Oh honey,” he gasps, Dutch sitting back, his beer in one hand, his cock in the other, “You look so good getting fucked. Do her Dean, do her good. Fuck my wife’s bitch ass!”Sally’s ass does look so fine, her hips feel so. ” On her bedroom door was another sign, “If you see this sign you’ll have to wait your turn.”By supper time she’d welcomed eight new cocks into the place where only one high school boy had been a dozen times before she met her husband. The wickedness was exciting and especially when another hard cock was waiting as soon as the one fucking her dumped its load on her womb’s entrance. The thought of all those sperms kept her hot. She’d always loved fucking and her husband never banged her too.