He used to come to our house n trying spending most of the time chatting with my aunt n giving me less attention. Also he use to wear small shorts and...had a well built n hairy thighs.my aunt always used to say that he looks like a man n used to praise her physique. There was a marrige ceremony of my aunts brother in chandigarh.Also there was marriage fixed of my elder sister so there were no chances of anyone expect me n my aunt to attend the ceremony. Even i was least interested of going to. The veins on his cock were raised and blue from the clamping pressure of her vagina. He was carefully pushing his dick into her small cunt. She showed no discomfort as his dick slid farther and farther into her body. After a few minutes of slow and easy pushing, he had half oh his cock inside this petite, young girl. He paused.“Do not stop,” she said. I put my hands on her knees and pulled them to her chest thus opening and stretching her for easier penetration. He lifted his butt and with one. Having grown up down the road from a pizzeria, I was known to be picky. Matt was smiling at me, his blue eyes sparkling even in the dim light of his new living room. Again, it seemed as though he was assessing me. Duly noted. For a second he just looked at me. Suddenly self-conscious, I had the strong desire to move but found myself unable. Finally, he spoke again. Well, if you dont want any pizza, would you at least like some water or something? And by something I mean water because I dont. "Here mom, you can sit here -- there's only two chairs. Jason gave the other one away." This last with a flippant gesture of disgust in my direction.Denise was clearly a bit weary on her feet, and sat gratefully, with a heavy sigh. Lissa stood with her hands on her hips for a moment. Trying to build up the nerve to... "Here, uncle Jason -- let me sit on your lap." I somehow had known it was coming. The lap was ready.Denise grinned across at her daughter and me, as Lissa perched a little.