Probably, a way of telling me of why I should let my love go. Nothing inherently new. My stubborn thinker refuses to allow me peace of mind while my h...art feels as it does, and it seems hell bent on making me sick to my stomach with imaginations of moans of pleasure and roaming hands. As much as I try to block these images from my mind, I always find my way back to hating this woman for even existing at all. I know full well that it’s wrong to think such things but I can't help feeling that. "Go ahead..." you whisper....I allow my eyes to wander down your body, aware of your eyes watching me intensely, knowing that you're watching me as I look down at your fantastic breasts.... My hands reach up, sliding gently along your arms, toward your body, and then down from your shoulders over the soft material of your shirt, and gently over your tits, allowing you to feel the warmth from my hands without actually squeezing.... yet...Your face is just inches from mine, as my fingers start to. Jerk off on the floor for all I care. You ARE going to finish me though.” She lay there propped up on her shoulders glaring at me. Her legs were open and I could smell her warm crotch. I kept looking from her face to her crotch. She was growing impatient.“What are you looking at?” she barked. “Just get in there and eat it.” she snapped at me and pointed at her open legs. With that command I had no other choice and honestly wanted nothing more. She laid back down and opened her legs more. I. Within ten steps my tailor aunt house is having. So decide to go there and ranged the bell. I heard the aunty sound that is that. I told its Reji. She replied she is on bath come and sit inside. Her house has only two rooms one bed room & one kitchen with attach bathroom. After her bath she come out from bathroom and goes to her bedroom after passing me. I was hearing the song sound from bath room. Bathroom door opened I saw a kutti shakella from their she was with her blouse & petticoat.