Priyesh.Aunty kuch bol paati isse pehle maine apni underwear aur pant utar di. Woh mera lauda dekh rahi thi terchhi nigahon se. Maine apna t-shirt bhi...nikal diya. Aunty ke pass jaa kar unke kandhe pe haath rakh ke bola, “Sirf ek baar karne do aapko bhi maza aayega.”Aunty- Thik hai sirf ek baar. Iske baad kabhi kuch nahi bolega na mere se na kisi aur se.Ye sunte hi main unke gale pe kiss karne laga aur saath mein boobs bhi bra ke upar se daba raha tha. Aunty ki saanse ab dheere dheere tej ho. Instantly his manhood grew and hardened, its twisted and deformed shaft hooking upwards as it always did when presented with a particularly arousing sight. Without hesitation he ripped the fly of his khakis open and grabbed her, turning her over and pulling up her flimsy smock to reveal the hairless sex beneath. She moaned in anticipation and rubbed her young labia, and he delved into her like some furious wildebeest, his wart-ridden penis rupturing her stringy hymen, pumping back and forth as. She put her fingers into the crotch of herpantyhose and extracted her throbbing erection. She stroked it twicebefore she ejaculated; the orgasm so intense that she fell to herknees. When she recovered she stripped off her knickers and pantyhose,balled them up and put them in her backpack. She took out a fresh pairof pantyhose and a clean pair of satin knickers and put them on. Shefixed her makeup and looked at herself in the mirror."You slut!" she whispered and began to cry.When the sobbing jag. "Of fixed installations or space in general?" asked Higgins."Probably fixed primarily with hunting about space as a secondary function" answered Morg. Higgins considered for a moment or two,"That becomes a lot harder as the information you could gather and a commander would want ... Let's take our harbour here and consider ourselves enemies gathering intelligence. What could we acquire? Topography, dirt and space. Details of wharves, slips and anchorage points. Manufacturing areas as distinct.