I kahani me mai hu or ek aunty hai shilpa (name changed) jinka mujhe mail aaya tha mere id pe jo hai or unhone mujhe kaha tha ki tumhari kahani mujhe...bahut pasand aai maine kam se kam 10 baar padi or har bar meri chut gili ho gai agar tum delhi me rehte ho to mujhe mail ka reply karo….Mere reply karne par humari baat chit thodi badi or 3 din baad mujhe unhone mail kia k kya hum sexual relationship bna sakte hai maine jab pucha k aap to shaadi shuda ho to kehti k ghanta shadi shuda hu dosto ye. The first and last time it happened at her home was when Anne-Marie had gone riding and Lord Hammond was having his afternoon siesta. I was relaxing and going through some papers about the Curzon street Brothels; Just reading about these wonderfully prosperous establishments keeping me somewhat excited and was making me a little randy. I had been thinking about one of the charming young housemaids who had shown an interest in me since our arrival, and I was sure was easily available should I. He screamed to the ceiling, his body in spasms. Suddenly he relaxed again and a sigh of deep relief appeared on his face.“Or maybe you want to know how the girls and women felt, hanging down from a tree, hogtied and helpless? Of course your comrades would do that! Why wouldn’t they, its war and they aren’t picky. I’ll even give you a tight virgin pussy, so you can experience all the pain, just like the young girls did as you raped them.”When his screams died down after a long time, the man. She was no virgin, but she was still tight. Her head snapped back and hit the mirror, the glass warping for a moment.Victoria didn't seem to notice.She let out a throaty moan of delight. Her thighs were locked around me, holding my hips as I pumped my clit-dick away at her cunt. Her hands shot up to my round breasts. She squeezed them, kneaded them. Her fingers dug into my tits, fingers sliding up to pinch my nipples.“Oh, my god, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck! Oh, damn, that's good. Fuck yes!.