That day I started a new patchwork quilt with a piece of his underwear and I embroidered his name and the date on it too.The following week was quite ...ifferent. That women let her own husband make love to me but this time she charged him for the privilege. Quilting supplies cost money of course and sewing machines certainly did too. His cost to fuck me was a brand new sewing machine and not a cheap one either. I got a Deluxe Singer sewing machine that would last me the rest of my life. I felt. But still I started to remove her sari. I had to unhook the pin that was clipped on her Blouse shoulder. I did it. My aunt was already horny and I started to remove her saree. I had to un-pin the second pin from her abdomen and I let my hand inside her saree. She started to moan slightly. Mmmm.And then I slowly removed her rest of the saree. I went to remove the blouse. One by one and now my tool started to grow hard and hard buy the situation. I am used to wear track pant a swim shorts at home. Then I came! I thought I was going to pass out. I thought she would pull back, my girlfriend did, but Joni kept the tip of my cock in her mouth and drank every bit that came out.She stretched out and laid her head on my chest. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest.Joni started kissing me. She still had a little of my cum in her mouth but I didn't mind.As we kissed she rolled herself onto of me and started rubbing her very wet pussy on my cock. I was still soft. " I reply leaning in to kiss you. What starts as a gentle caress of lips turns into a dance of tongues as we invade and retreat from each others mouth. Our hands roam freely exploring our bodies. You end up with your skirt hiked up around your waist straddling my lap grinding on me and sucking my tongue. "You said something about a cigarette didn't you sweetie?" I tease. You toss your hair and dramatically light your cigarette and inhale french style and exhale at me. "Is this what you want.