Her kids were grown up and were residing out of the city. That’s why aunty used to be alone all the time. She never used to mingle with other ladies...too much.But because she was really a good and friendly lady, all used to like her. So going and spending time at her home was a normal thing for me. I used to enjoy her too. But guys, slowly but soon I was getting sexually attracted to Bindiya aunty.Her voluptuous looks, her super soft and healthy body, her mature behavior, her smile, her way of. Phir se usi pose me aa gyi. Ab maine vaseline liya or apne lund pe lagaya.. Phir thodi takat lga kar apna lund uski gand me daal diya. Abi tk mera sirf lund ka top hi gaya tha or wo jhatpata rahi thi. Phir maine uske boobs piche se pakda or ek hath se uska muh band kiya. Phir thoda thoda karke apna lund uski gand me daal raha tha. Phir thodi der baad mera pura lund uski gand ke andar tak chala gaya. Ab use bhi acha lag raha tha. Lekin car ke andar hone ke karn chudai me utna maza nahi aa raha. Rory attacked the cyclone-hit disaster of her room, collecting dirty clothes for laundering - her job. I mowed the lawn, front and back, then set about cleaning the interior, vacuuming and dusting, washing the kitchen, and washing the bathrooms.It was mindless work I enjoyed. I liked a neat and clean house. And it let me think about Rory. She made me smile. She was bouncing on her feet, full of energy and smiles; altogether, a very happy girl. For the first time, she hadn’t complained about. Oh, Jeez, it was all coming back. Last night was the anniversary of the last time she’d seen him. Eight years ago, he’d just up and left. No warning, no signs, no note, no goodbye, no explanation. He’d just taken a few hundred dollars out of their shared bank account and we’d never seen him again.Mom hated to be alone on that night. Sometimes she was sad. Sometimes, angry. Once or twice, happy – but not really; sort of a forced happy. She’d say things like “I’m glad he’s gone,” but with tears.