I prayed that mine wasn’t one of them as I scanned the crowd for my name on a little board. I am sure all of us have experienced that sen...ation of seeing something but not realising that its true. That was the feeling I had when I saw my name or rather the guide that held the board with my name on. Were Greta was tall and ripe, she was small and compact. Her name was Louis and she was French. A firm grip and level look reinforced the image of a no nonsense lady that knew. I was mesmerized. So much so, that I don’t actually know how much time had passed when Mike said, “Do you like what you see?”I turned to look at him, first looking into his eyes, and then looking downwards as he was now facing me instead of the television. He was stroking his cock, but stopped on the downswing, just holding it erect so I could get a good look at it. I voiced out “Yes” almost too quiet for him to hear. I don’t know if I was talking about the porn scene or his dick. Mike didn’t. 5″mote ka mja lena ho wo mujhe mail kar skti hai ye bilkul secreat rakha jayega ()Ab mai story par aata hu ye ghatna 6 month purani hai,mai jahan rhta hu usi floor par 35 saal ki aunty rhti naam unka naam simran hai,wo punjabi hai.unka figure 36 30 34 hai dekhe me itni khubsurat hai ki kisi ka v lund khada ho jaye aunty ka huby dubai me job krta hai wo kvi-2 hi ghar aa pata hai unka 2 chote 2 bacche v hai Rohan, Rohit kyoukiaunty ka husband bahar rhta hai to aunty ki sex ki bhukh puri nhi ho. .I shuddered…recalling early morning’s dream…this is for real…I told myself and closed my eyes with pleasure…he showered kisses around my deep navel…and moved further down…my mind protested but body cooperated… he licked my pussy and ate it like a hungry dog and made me cum in his mouth……desperately needing a fuck, I clung to my hubby and whispered …’…please ask him to stop and you take me…’ …Venkat kept brushing his hardened cock on my pussy lips…I tried to push back his penis with my right.