Inkey ghar may ya 4 char log hai aunty, aunty ki saas, aunty ka beta(rehan) aur beti(neha), uncle (saleem) dubai may work karte hai.1saal ya 2saal may...1 bar atey hai.Ab story pay atey hai mera flat 4th floor aur humare samney ka flat sana aunty ka hai, aunty aur meri mom ki bohat jamti thi , aunty k ghar may kuch kaam hota toh wo mujhe bulati thi jaisey k market say kuch lana ho etc kyun k unkey bache chotey thay… My kaafi close tha unse, magar mujhe kuch feelings nhi thi. Aj say 4 saal pehley. ....... I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and. " She was still sitting on my legs, and then she straightened out her legs behind her and lay down on me, which cause her penis to slide in even further! She just lay on me for a while, not moving, and said, "GOD it feels SO GOOD to be inside you! You're going to be the best fuck ever, your pussy is so hot and tight!!" When I heard that I felt a strange rush of exhilaration. I could feel her boobs pressing into my back and feel her breath on the back of my neck. I felt myself starting to get. While I hammered my cock into her, she reached back between her legs and frigged herself frenetically. Orgasm number three was less violent than its predecessors, and that helped me. As she shuddered, I pressed myself against her arse, held my cock inside her so there could be no friction, and finally conquered the urge to discharge. As soon as I withdrew, she rolled on to her back and opened wide for what I knew had to be the last time. At least on this occasion. I lunged into her. I’m afraid.