......Aunt Sue must’ve found it and left it there, so I “would know, that she knew”...........My cock stirred.I went to the toilet and purposely...left the door ajar. I had a good stream going, waving from side to side, hearing it echo in and out of the water made me chuckle. As I was finishing up, a few healthy “shakes” felt good, so good that I began to firm up. My mind raced, filled with thoughts of Aunt Sue masturbating the other morning. Pacing myself, I wanted this to last....hoping,. She massaged my dick over the pant by giving me serious tongue play lip-lock. She then changed the dress to a saree, in which she was looking divine.I praised her beauty and complimented her looks and style. She changed her saree to come in her casual outfit. This time it was irresistible for me.Me: I cannot control more.Ria: Oh, my baby! Come here.She unzipped my pant and took my dick in her hand, and started stroking madly and sucking it slowly. Oh man, I was moaning in pleasure.And she. He: why do you like me?Me: I like your color, sir.He: do you want to see fully?And he started unbuttoning his shirt. He had a bush of hair on his chest. I told him I love it. He told me to touch it. I gently touched it. He came near me and kept his lip on mine. And I responded immediately.We smooched for a long time. Meanwhile he rubbed my breast over my top and pinched me a little. I was getting aroused.He stopped kissing me and went down on my neck and showered many kisses. I was like. “Ahhh. Oh…. Oh my…’ I saw her eyes go out of focus. I swore then that, if I got out of this, I would buy a burka and only appear in public dressed as a strict Muslim woman. I later learned that the effect of the pheromones is much stronger the longer a woman has gone without sex. I could imagine it had been a very long time for this woman, if ever. The annual production of beer for all of Germany could not produce beer goggles thick enough for anyone to be interested. She turned to me with a goofy,.