Mujhe aunty pehle se he bohat mast lagte the lekin kabhi himmat nahi hue kahi kuch ho gaya toh izzat chale jayage.Toh aunty mere ghar pe rehne aaha ga...e or wohi raat koh uncle party karke aaye toh thode jyada ho gaya the nasha toh woh khana kha ke so gaye or ghar mein 5 log the mein,aunty,uncle,mera cousin or aunty ka ladka joh 3 saal ka hai. Toh uncle bahar so gaye the mein mera cousin or aunty baat kar rahe the bedroom mein.Ghar mein ek he bad tha toh hum na socha aunty travel karke aaye hai. “Oh girl!” she exclaimed as she grabbed Monica’s butt check and held on to it. “You have da booty!”Monica reciprocated by grabbing Jennifer’s ass and squeezing it.“Let’s see da' ass!” Monica called out.Jennifer slowly lowered her cut off shorts. I watched as her pussy came into view. Her shorts fell to her ankles and Monica exclaimed, “Girl, where are your panties?”Jennifer pirouetted around and asked, arms extended and palms upwards, “What panties?”I was speechless, completely and utterly. Not to tall. Not to short. I was muscular but not overly buff. By my hard bodied physique it was easy to tell that I idolized people like LL Cool J, Fifty Cents, and a young Mike Tyson. I kept my waist small, my stomach muscles ripped, and my arms and chest hard as steel. I strive for the sleek physique of NBA ballers and not thick veined bodybuilders. That wasn't sexy. I lived to be sexy. That's why i had my polo striped shirt slightly ajar, sleeves rolled up and a fresh pair of linen pants. We talked some more. She wanted to see my new trick again, and I did it several times for her. I could not explain exactly how I did it though."Well, you need to train this ability, that's obvious to me. Have you considered what you will do with this ability? And what is this 'road' you talk about. How does it matter to you anyway?" She finally asked."I am not sure. When I was very young, I lived in Scotland. I also have dreams that a rock told me to fly the road, and I did! Now there is a road.