Aunty – surya ghar par nahi hai Mai – thik hai mai baad me aata hu Aunty – baad me aane ki jaroorat nahi hai aur tu mere bete se door hi rhe Mai...– lekin q maine kya kiya hai Aunty – tu kya karta hai ye mujhe laxmi ne bataya hai laxmi marwadi bhabhi hai jish ko chod kar maine chhod diya Mai- aunty wo aurat chalu hai aur mujhe badnam kar rahi hai aapko pata hai na mai kitna shrif hu Aunty- ha mujhe pata hai k tu kitna sharif hai tera bus chale to tu mujhe isi waqt Mai – kya isi waqt aunty?Aunty –. “Your legs are okay, I’ll give you that. They could be sexy if you toned them up a bit,” I continued to torment her, “But, your ankles are a lost cause. They are much too thick.” “Animal! When I spread my legs, gods tumble to the ground from the skies.” She snapped back. “Spread your legs, whore. Show me how used your cunt is. I bet you’ve had a thousand cocks in you. You are used goods, worn out, worthless meat, to be used and forgotten once a man shoots his load in you. I wouldn’t fuck you. "Yes. It's me. Please don't slam the door on my face."Amber eyed him suspiciously. "You let me drive home drugged up that night didn't you?"He looked down to the floor in embarrassment. "Y-yes. I'm so sorry."Amber didn't want to slam the door on his face; she wanted to punch him out! She remembered that night clearly. He'd been feeding her drugs and let her drink. Once he tried to make the moves on her she'd slapped him and he went on a rage telling her to leave."So what do you want?" She asked. He turned to me and kissed me again. He took my hands and threaded his fingers through mine and raised my hands above my head as he pressed me against the outside wall. The stars above were like diamonds, and there for anyone who could reach them. Once again he slid the strap to my dress off my shoulder and let my dress drop to the floor of the balcony. The soft breezes that kissed my breasts made me feel very sexy and sensual, along with the idea of being so vulnerable perhaps to the eyes of.