I think she was sleeping. Her saree was not proper. She went to wash room, adjusted her saree and came to living room. She came and sat beside me. Uma...asked me “bujji who is teaching you all these things? Who told you about sex? Her voice was hard to frighten me enough. I didn’t say anything. She asked me again and I said in the play ground aunty was my reply.I said when a man puts his dick into this (pointing her vagina), it is called sex. I said that using filthy language as soon as in said. One of those who has dedicated their life to serving you." That sounded weird. An entire temple of squirrels worshiping him. Something was getting lost in translation. "I do not know why I am here," she went on, slowly moving herself towards him across the grass. "It was a ritual, a testing of the new machine. There was light, noise, and then..." He felt her hand touch his bare knee. His body flinched. Her other hand reached out towards his cloth covered cock, small claws lightly running down. She used to serve us lemonade and it would be our drinks time of the match! This happened for two weeks.One one fine day my cousins and their parents went to a marriage.I remained home saying that I had headache.Actually I wanted to play cricket! So they went away leaving me home.I closed the door and started playing gta on my pc.After some time .I heard a knock on the window.It was the neighbourhood aunty,she called me to her place to have some herbal tea. My uncle had told her to keep an eye. I unzipped his huge cock and slid down to my knees to suck him while his hand came around the back of my head urging me to take as much of his cock as I could. Now, while I am happy to give pleasure, I also like to receive too so slipping off his clothing, I made him lie back on the bed so I could straddle him in a 69 position. Taking him in my mouth again, he pulled my panties aside and started to lick my hole, pushing his tongue inside, deeper and deeper. After a short while both he and I.