Before I could say something Shabu introduced her to me as her Aunt. Her name was Pinky. She was a widow and had one daughter around 8 years old. Her ...usband had died only after two years of her marriage.Shabu further told me that all these years after her husband’s death she had been living all alone and had never had sex till now. So without loosing any time in conversation both Shabu and Pinky removed their clothes and started kissing each other madly while I kept sitting and watching them. It was happening all over again. Him seducing me, and me not showing the slightest resistance. Was it just black men that I could not resist? It seemed that way. He was turning me on with the way he spoke. Those playful insults, impelling me to become just what he says I am.I had to cool myself down. Things were getting out of hand... again. I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom. I had to get out of this situation. Hanna had an en-suite which would give me more privacy to gather my. I just realized that my purse was in my jeans, which was in the hook in the bathroom. I had to knock on the door and waited for the sound of water to stop. I then said in a voice low enough for only her to hear “Shanti, mera purse dena zaraa. I heard her walk towards the door; she opened it slightly and said “ek minute babuji. While she stood behind the door, I could see her nude body in the mirror from the side, her breasts glistening with water, her ass curving perfectly and her dark patch of. "I'll show you. This is a rubber g-string if you will. And the hole...."She picked up the bag and took out what looked like a small vibrator,"... the hole" she continued "is where this little fella goes."I still didn't quite get what the point of all this was. Instead of using her fingers to tease me, she was going to use a vibrator? Alright. Big deal. As I was thinking, Anagha took out a single AA battery from her drawer, and put it in the vibrator. She clicked it on, and it buzzed into life..