I stepped in the elevator after her. We were alone. She turned to face the control panel to press the button."Did the person you were waiting for turn...up?" she asked while her back was turned."She sure did!" I said, placing my hand on her pert little butt."Hey!" she snapped, turning around sharply and slapping my hand away. "Who do you think you are?"She tried to slap me but I easily blocked it."Come on, baby," I said, sliding my hands up her thighs and lifting her short skirt. "I saw the way. During each visit, I used to sit there for long time, talking almost nothing, but some times, meet his eyes and express my feelings silently. He could not read them. Then I started wearing low cut blouses, and speak to him leaning on his table, to give him a good view of my cleavages. Once in a cinema hall called Mehul at Mulund west, there was a film by name Bombay. Every one was telling that it is a good film. I asked my husband to see the film and he agreed. Then I telephoned, Babulal and. She started masterfully only to disappoint her classmates who were ready for their next lesson. But about ninety seconds in, she no longer had the rhythm. Her pace fluttered as she reached a more complex fingering section. The other ladies in the room eyed each other and simultaneously felt a little something between their legs. Marco fidgeted and walked over. Steph closed her eyes to try to find the pace but was unsuccessful. Her heart raced and breathing grew louder as she anticipated. Aunt: Stop it, son. We shouldn’t be doing this.Abhi: If you don’t like it why are you moaning?Aunt: I am not moaning.Me: Come on I can see you enjoying the fuck.Aunt: Yeah but it’s wrong.Me: It’s nothing wrong, aunty. I fuck my mom, you know that.I grabbed her head inserted my dick in her mouth. “Don’t blabber some nonsense. Just give me a blowjob.”She doesn’t understand what was happening but started to give me a great blowjob.Abhishek: Mom, I am near. I am going to cum.Aunt: Don’t cum, please.