I removed the riding crop from her ass, and lubed my fingers, starting with two and adding lubricant as I added fingers. When I had four fingers movin... easily within Patricia's ass, and her pelvis rocked back to meet them, I judged she was ready for the dildoes.Slowly, testing, I inserted the twin shafts into her holes, watching her hard cock jump and slap against her belly as I did. She was moaning continuously into the gag as I began making short fucking motions - an inch in, half an inch. The bell rang and in came Pooja aunty. She gave me a naughty smile and took me to my room. She started kissing me. My mom said “Who is it?” and started coming towards my room. I said, “It is Pooja aunty”. She stared at both of us as we were really close and holding each other. She told Pooja aunty, “Why are you such a despo? Do you love my son so much?” Pooja aunty joking replied “Very much”We went out of my room. I felt awkward as my mom knew that I had sex with her best friend. Mom said she. He looked to see if a great babe was approaching, her eyes raking him. Nope, all he could see was a flight attendant pushing an old woman in a wheelchair. Ah well. He went off for more food and a beer and returned to think on about his future. So far the only sensible thought was to return home and sulk — er to help out on the ranch. A guy in his mid-fifties sitting just beyond him cussed. Andy saw the guy had opened his laptop and was now closing it. ‘Are you having problems with the computer. Or maybe it'll be in the locker room with a couple of the other guys watching. Start blowing me while I think about it." "Well, while you're thinking about it, just remember that I'm your slave girl now. Anything you want me to do, I have to do it." He was thinking about it alright. He was twitching with excitement even before I started giving him his blow job. It's just so easy to turn a guy on if he's got some imagination. Grabbing them by the cock is easy, grabbing their mind often isn't,.