Toh meko lga ki aaj ho skta h kuch, jaise hi 1 bja m phonch gya aunty k pass oops srry m aunty k bare m btata hun wo 35 years ki hongi 38-34-38 fig ho...i gauri modern aunty h unka koi baby ni h aur husband sath rehti h, so m pohonch gya aunty ne gate khola toh boli abhi toh ban ra h lunch jaldi aa gye I said aunty m miss hi itna ker ra tha apko toh aunty hassi aur kehti m v teko yad ker ri thi toh fir m drawing room m baitha aunty ander gyi kitchen m mere liye pepsi laai aur sath m baith gyi Fir. ‘Your mother and I are going to have lunch somewhere in town. We’ll see you tomorrow at the graduation.’ With that he turned and left the room. The front door opened and closed. Chris punched the wall. He was so fucking mad at that man right now, and so hurt inside. Alex wouldn’t want him to stay here after this, so he grabbed his bag and left. After he locked the door, he was going to push the key under but kept it instead. He hopped in his truck and drove off to a nearby hotel. Chris checked. He then directed each strike to the undersides of each cheek aiming so they cross between her thighs. “Is your pussy wet. Are you a naughty wet girl? Answer.” “Yes sir.” Raising the crop and flicking it back and forth between her legs as she cries out. Then dropping the crop he runs his hands back and forth flicking and massaging the area between her lips pausing occasionally to pinch her hard thick clit. Sheila is panting unable to move as he works her over moving back and forth to her. He was happy simply padding through the forest, exploring his territory.But Bobby wasn’t a tiger, of course. He was a man who also had memories of what it felt like as the ecstasy of human sexual interaction overwhelmed his senses. He’d held a warm, willing girl in his arms as she expressed pleasure. True, his memories of that were few, and so old now that they had begun to fray. In one sense, he was like the moth who is drawn to flame. Except this moth knew the danger that flame represented..