.”She threw her head back with a hearty laugh and said “You know Sarla; he was such a naughty boy since he was a kid. He would ring the bell of my...house in the middle of the day while I would be sleeping, and then run off when I came to open the door. Finally one day I caught him at it, scolded him properly, and took him to his mother.”I winced at the memory of that incident a few years back. Seeing both of them laughing, I too joined in and said “Yes aunty, I still remember how you grabbed me. With a slight wiggle, she was able to accommodate it as easy as if we had done this many times. She began a slow, deliberate movement designed to blow my mind. The sensation of the warm sleeve of her pussy, sliding up and down, completely engulfing my cock on the down stroke and alternately going so far the other way was an experience I could never forget. My perception left me and every sense I had was concentrated in the seven inches of my penis being stroked and massaged by her magic pussy.. If Jenny’s eyes had widened when she felt inside my boxers, then they almost popped out of her head as she saw my released penis spring up and stand to attention before her. Looking down at it, her jaw dropped open, in a state of shock. “Hmmm, I’ve never seen one up close before. It’s so stiff. Errr, I’ll just wait until you go, and then I’ll pull your jeans up for you,” she said, not taking her eyes off my erection. Time seemed to stand still as I stood there desperately trying to relieve. I found her personality refreshing, at least since we had put our one fight behind us. Aside from having a great body, Karen had done enough with me, in the balcony, and on the walk home, to give me hope that she would allow me some freedom to experiment with her. She had already let me keep my hand on her breasts for a few seconds, and that was on our first date. Denise was a surprise though. Calling me took a lot of nerve, and practically asking me to take her in the balcony, maybe I was.