Margret stiffened and her inner muscles convulsed tightly around my finger, holding it deep inside her. I allowed her to pause like that for a few sec...nds before withdrawing my hand and releasing her nipple. I looked Margret in the eye and turned her, without a word I gently pushed her forward until she was bending over the table with her firm ass pushed out towards me.Reaching down I lifted her skirt up to expose her to me, Margret shivered slightly with anticipation as I ran my hands down. Meri j story 6 months phle start huyi thi mere pados main ik aunty rhti hai unka naam pooja hai or wo tailor hai main unke barre main bta du unka figure 36-28-38 hai unki gaand bht mast hai gol gol or boobs v bht mst hai jaise k Punjabi aunties mast hoti hai wo agg lgati thi hmare gali k ldko ko.Main aksar unke ghr jaaya krta tha .Main unko yaad krke hi muuth marrta tha or kbhi kbhi unko touch v kiya krta tha or aunty ne v kbhi mujhe kch nhi kha tha ik din main unke paas gya or apni pent ki zip. I giggled like a school girl as I made my way through the room to his couch. he politely asked me to be patient as he had just got out of the shower and needed to finish up.I waited impatiently as I scoped the room, looking at his big posters of African a****ls. His furnishings were modern and quite impressive for a bachelor fro Nigeria.He didn't take long at all to finish up and join me on the couch. We made small talk while I stared at his crotch covered in silk pin striped boxers and he. I bent over slightly, teasing Danny with my ample bra encased tits; another smirk slipped from my lips. I felt Jack tug my jeans down, showing my entire ass; I felt his large hands grab a cheek a piece.He peeked around me and looked at Danny, "Damn man, I don't know how you could get tired of this and go hit something else?" Danny squirmed again as I moaned, Jack was feeling me through the thin fabric of my thong. He was finally able to pull it from my body and stab his tongue into my quivering.