He gasped and squeezed my genitals which worried me a little as I was the one driving. Although plenty of my girlfriends had done the same to me, they...were a little gentler.He said we should head for his place for a little fun, so I turned north, and we drove on. It didn’t take him long to undo my belt and unzip my jeans then his hand went straight down the front of my pants and it wasn’t long before I was rock hard and gagging for a fuck. It occurred to me that he had a lot of experience with. I kept looking at my Aunts trying to figure out which one had gotten in bed with me. They had about the same bodies, the same height, the same weight, and about the same size breasts. I smelled of their perfume but thanks to Mom they all smelled the same. I was trying to decide which one had the sweet tasting mouth when I saw Aunt Betty passing around a small container of breath mints. I was racking my brain trying to figure out if the woman’s hair was to her shoulders, pulled back in a. Sanjay just stood up and waited for more instruction from me. Manjiri smiled and said, “I see what you mean.”I held out the wineglass and said to Sanjay, “You know what I want in here?”He said, “Yes, Ma’am! But you want to do it now?”I told him, “Yes, I want the girls to have fun too! This is a joyous time of year after all. And when it’s full I want us both to drink it; you know how I love cum!” He just shook his head.I took his small, limp penis in my hand and started rubbing it. Gently at. Oh, there are many reasons. The first time I ever saw a pumped pussy was last year, while browsing online, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was gigantic, obscene - and a massive turn-on. I knew I just had to try this for myself. I immediately rushed into the kitchen, got some boiling water and used it to heat the inside of an empty glass jar. Next I hastily slathered some lubricant over the smooth mound of my pussy before emptying the jar of water and clamping it down on my skin. Then I.