We both laughed. Dinner was served. Divya aunty was in her finest night gown i’ve ever seen. Sure my 7inch dick couldn’t help but get up and salut.... And as usual, i tried hiding my honest friend from getting me a thrashing.We talked about various day to day stuffs when suddenly i felt something hit my leg and at first i thought i felt something but took it off my mind. I couldn’t help but freeze when i felt it again. And this time it was more of a foot caress. I was completely thunder-struck.. ”Rebecca stumbled along with the old woman down the hill, tears streaming from her eyes. She wanted to tell the woman to just leave her alone and let her sit down, but the words choked in her throat. The old hag kept propelling her along toward the river and away from the group at the stone circle.At last they reached the edge of the river and the old woman broke a stem from a weed that Rebecca did not recognize, crushed it and held it up to Rebecca’s face.“Here now, dear. Breathe deeply of. She cries out aloud as her slippery wet walls squeeze my finger obscenely, pulling more of me into her. Her juices wash over my embedded finger, squishing and sloshing around it. Her orgasmic contractions ripple across my embedded finger, making me sigh in response to her sensational slippery pussy. She is like a drug that is flowing in my veins, ensnaring me with her innocence and sensuality. As i remove my finger, her legs shiver from the aftermath of orgasm. I lie satisfied in the knowledge. It made me hot. Wet. Available to give or receive an orgasm with this man.His cock was impressive. Tall as a monument. Hard like one, too. Girth? It was all flesh and all carnal. I drooled over the orgasms his cock mass might provoke in me if we ever fucked.His balls were indolent. I fondled his testicular eggs, one in each hand; so dense, so heavy with promise. They needed only pleasuring before giving me what I wanted and perhaps what I needed.If he ever drove himself into me, his thrusts.