Clarisse had to unzip the bottom half to keep from having to sit with her knees pressed together like some prim and proper old lady. Clarisse was wet ...nd the sweet aroma of her womanly nectar wafted up to our noses. “Yes, I was right,” Daisy declared. “We are having a very private party upstairs after our students and their guests leave. As a rule, it’s a party for the staff, their spouses, or their dates. But I, we, want you two to attend as our guests.” She placed a hand on my thigh, her. He looks confused for a moment but then understands as I kneel in front of him. I tentatively run my fingers up and down the bulge of his cock.“Can I take it out?” I ask shyly, not knowing if he would go that far.He responds by pulling down his pants just enough for me to see the base of his cock. He has a light layer of golden pubic hair at the base of his cock that connects with the happy trail of hair above it. I almost drool at the sight of it. He guides my hand to his cock and I gently tug. My aunty lived from past several years she used to treat me very kindly whenever our parents were out she used to take care of food and other things and I always used to stare at her cleavage when washing clothes. One fine day my parents were out for 3 days and I was took care by sexy aunt. I finished my breakfast and was watching TV in her house and she cleaned the house and went to bathroom to take bath as she was to friend’s marriage. I heard the sound of my aunt calling my name so I went. Me: Okay.Wait. (aisa kahkar maine apna right hand uske gaand pe rakh diya)She: Ouch. Kya kar rahe ho?Me: Agar maine sahi sahi bata diya to mujhe kya inaam milegaa?Aisa kahkar maine apne hath ke bitte se uske gaand ko measure karna shuru kar diya.She: Achha jee. Kya inaam chahiye aapko?Aur ye kya kar rahe ho?Me: Main aapke hips ka size measure kar raha hoon. Aur mujhe inaam me aap chahiye!Usne kuch der socha fir kaha.She: Thik hai jee. Manjoor!Me: 36 ka ass hai tumhara.She: Issssh! Right. Aap.