She said he would be home in mere hours, but after she gripped my cock through my pants there was no way I was missing this chance. We hightailed it t... her place and despite the ticking clock she insisted on lighting candles and taking care of me with a nice massage.She definitely knew what she was doing; hitting muscle deep in my shoulders and back with her hands that were strong from work and life. She did a great tease by tickling my balls from behind until I raised my ass in the air, then. Aunty felt that I was sleeping…and she again woke my rod..by kindling it..it slowly woke..she lifted her saree from the bottom.. Slightly inserted my cock into her cunt…i was in heaven.. But pretended to sleep…she started to move up and down..vigorously..she was playing with it…i cum inside her cunt…she was really enjoying it..i pretended as if I was sleeping…then she went to sleep…next day morning I woke normaly..and she was looking very normal…. Both of the desires was fulfilled…but none. They also seemed rather light weight which I rather liked. Again, how odd? I needed some slippers too and found a pair of scuffs in the same isle. They seemed a little fancy in a silver color but they were nice and fit and would do for padding around the room. We paid and left.I only had about a $100 left so we had to quit which bummed Albert out but I had to save a little for gas and munchies. It was only a one week paycheck this time. He really did love to shop so we didn't stop. He. As for love, well… I feel an abundance of love for my children, for books, for writing, for sailing, for Maine ’s rocky shore, for playing tennis, for cooking…This is boring. Not the kind of thing I’d expect someone writing to someone else on an erotic story Web site would care to hear. I’m sorry to disappoint you, and I’m sure now that when you read any subsequent stories I manage to publish, you just won’t find them stimulating at all, knowing the truth about me. But I couldn’t let you labor.