Aunty was running mess in a small flat (which was her house) in a four story building almost walking distance from where we lived. Rohit knocked on th... door. A beautiful lady in her late twenties may b 27 or 28 opened the door.She was very beautiful fair complexioned with big eyes and luscious lips. to my surprise she was the aunty (shud call her bhabhi) running the mess. she called us in inside structure of house was this way: As we enter it was a big hall (not that big but bigger compared to. It's bringing you so close to orgasm as you see my first shot sliding down the screen as another shot lands just below it. The second shot is dead center on the crotch of the woman in the picture.Seeing the load of cum I had discharged made you wish it was at least going in your throat, but you were pleased as you looked again at the monitor and saw the cum covered picture displayed there. The picture of you laying one your back with a pillow between your slightly parted legs.Remembering how. ?I-I’m so sorry I mentioned it, Mrs. Kipps. Really, I-I hope you’ll forgive me, I’ll just go upstairs—? She moved to leave. I clucked my tongue at the sobbing Mariah. ?I can’t believe you’re whining like this, Mariah. A grown girl going on like that! It’s appalling, and not how I would have raised you.? A light went on in Mariah’s eyes as I got up off the couch and went to my armoire and took out a thick ivory hairbrush, the kind that they don’t make anymore. It was five inches long and almost. “ She put a finger under my chin and lifted my head up. “Come now,“ she said. She took my hand and led me to a love seat in the corner of the living room where we could have a little privacy. “What’s your name?“ she asked. “Call me Ishmael,“ I said, trying to be clever. “Cute.” she said. “I’m Mona. I think I’ll call you Ishy.“ She fired off a bunch of questions and pretty soon had a capsule biography of my whole life, from only child to middling underachiever in high school to divorced.