My uncle went to the middle east and my aunty was left alone. She was working in a garment factory at that time.As and when she is coming after the jo..., I intentionally visited their home. Normally my aunty would be changing her saree in the kitchen. An almirah was placed near that area and every day I was able to watch her in bra. But I was not able to see her panties as she would be wearing a pavada. I masturbated several times with this scene in mind.One day, after coming from the work, she. She was so dripping wet that I was able to actually fist her, but she seemed to want more. She began a guttural whisper Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!Suddenly a man shouted “You fucking slut cunt” and Carl was standing there with ten inches of throbbing cock. Cyndi rolled over onto her back and screamed Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me! I could tell that this was a game that they had played before because Cyndi was moaning and thrusting in pure ecstasy. Her hand found its way to my pussy and she gently. He would ask me to clench my muscles and of-course, this pushed even more out. Finally, he pulled out of my mouth and spun round so that he was lying right on top of my open legs, I held my breath.I looked up into his eyes and all I could see was hesitation. Finally he looked down at me and said “Honey, do you think I can make love to you please?”I just burst out crying, I loved this man so much, I had waited three years for him to make love to me and here he was thinking he had to ask. I. By now we were the only two people outside as the rest of the party had moved indoors. We’d had a couple more beers and she had since re-positioned herself on the bench so her feet were back on the ground and she was sitting next to me. I grabbed another pair of drinks and when I opened hers some of it splashed on her shirt.“Of course,” she said with a laugh. “You have any more paper towels?” I pulled another out of my pocket and put it on her shoulder where the can had splashed her. She.