After fencing their share of the diamonds, the couple had spent several thousand dollars on a small, but decent wardrobe. She did have to admit that t...e man looked good in a well tailored suit, navy blue in this instance and made of gabardine wool."Is that for us, do you think?" Eva wondered. "Or for him?" Both, I'd imagine," Wolfgang shrugged, combing his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back from his smooth brow."Hmmm..." Eva was straightening her dress, a form fitting Gaultier suit. Aunty ne jaisa kaha gaya waise kiya.Wo thoda hasi ,Fir Unhone Apni saadi Kholna shuru kar di , Aab wo sirf blouse aur petticote me thi .waha wo ye sab kade ho kar kar rahi thi aur wo dono bed per baithe baithe wo sab dekh kar moothmar rahe the. Pfir Aunty ne Blouse nikala. Yaha maine bhi apna bulla haath me le liya tha. fir aunty ne petticotuppar uthaaya aur unko apni black panty bataayi wo dono jamse mooth marne lage.fir aunty ne petticotka nada khol diya Ab wo sirf Bra aur Panty me thi . Fir. First her left "AHH, FUCK!" as I slowly made my way back up to the middle her legs started to shake. I made my way down her bald pussy and teased her throbbing clit. I then made my way down her right "AHH SHIT BABY!". As soon as I determined she had enough I made my way back up to her thick clit. I returned the favor and swallowed her whole. "OOO!!!" I reached up and squeezed her tits. Her legs wrapped around my head while I nibbled on her clit. I made my way down to her fat velvet. But I knew little of this, my life revolved around school, where I boarded from the age of seven, initially near Sevenoaks and later near Windsor in England and Aunt Frieda and Uncle Charles's home in Folkestone where I spent my holidays except for the long summer break when Father and Mother came home for a fort-nights annual leave, flying home to regale me with tales of Lions and Tigers, which I found tedious while they failed to even notice whether they flew in a York or DC4 or.