‘Come sit on the desk for me.’ He pushes me off his lap, gesturing where he wants me to sit perched on the edge balancing myself on my arms braced...on the desk. He rolls his chair over bringing his face close to my slick folds inhaling my muskiness for a brief moment, then he plunges his face into my pussy, He gorges on me, slurping and slavering like some sex starved thing, grunting into my cunt, sucking out my juices in between stabbing my cunt with his tongue. He re inserts his two fingers. As i was leaving for my room to sleep she told “Rohan you r forgetting something” I said “What?”. Savita aunt said “Last massage of the day, jaanu?” When I heard those I was completely aroused as she used to call her husband jaanu.Anyway I massaged her and went back to my room and masturbated thinking about her.Next 2 days went like this only. But our closeness was increasing. She had taken interest in me and talked many things with me.Once after completing massaging her she turned around and. Often when there was less work, I used to have lunch and then take a short nap. My door was closed but never latched.These days, I got into the habit of lying on my bed in my room with the air-conditioner on, and look at the photographs of the most beautiful girls I had received and fantasize about them, how they would look stripped down, what we might do during our honeymoon. Automatically my cock hardened gradually and my hand went to my cock, inside my shorts peel back my foreskin and slowly. ” The story was as comforting as the arm around Mindy’s shoulder and thoughts about the cookie disappeared. Jules displayed a welcoming smile and Mindy found herself wanting more. “Hold me, please.” “Come here, babe.” Jules wrapped both arms around her roommate and the young ladies’ breasts rubbed against each other. Jules were more pointed and firm and Mindy’s were larger and soft. Mindy liked that. “This feels nice.” Her own mother seldom displayed intimate affection and Mindy couldn’t.