Unka rang gora hai wo figure 39 30 42 hai. Ab main kahani shuru karta huRekha aunty ke pati ki night duty lagi hui thi or jahan unka ghar hai wo thoda...sunsan area hai to uncle ne rat me mujhe unke ghar rukne ko kaha to mere mummy dady ne bhi han kar di.Ab sham ke 7 baje main aunty ke ghar gaya to uncle bhi the wahaMain andar jake bat karne laga or 8 baje uncle office chale gaye or aunty ko gate band karne ko keh diyaAb aunty ayi wo sach me sundar unki age 36ki hai or wo grey colour ki sari. My tongue danced back and forth, flicking the prominent skin protruding out of her. She gasped in a way that reminded me of her glee on Christmas morning when unwrapping a present. She stroked my hair with a tender, sisterly care. It felt lovely, mixed with the soft murmurs of her pleasure, the graze of the country air passing inside my open dress, and the agreeable visage of her vagina, it's flavor and fragrance. I gazed up and the delight in her countenance spurred me on to lick her with. Much better.He slid slowly off the metal table he had been laying on, surveying the various electronic devices around him. Obviously, he was in some type of laboratory. From the configurations of the computers nearest to him, he guessed that it was a Liodammian laboratory, which would explain the fake life he had just been through. Liodammians, unlike in the dream world they had conjured for him, were very intelligent conquerors. They probed the minds of the enemies they were about to attack,. The soft tinkling of some cheesy music was all that was needed to wake Eric from his slumber. As the childish notes pervaded his senses he groaned and rolled over in his bed. He picked up his cell phone and quickly dismissed the alarm. Rolling again onto his back to stare at the ceiling he rubbed his eyes groggily. With an overwhelming feeling of reluctance he rolled out of bed. Fucking great time to wake up, idiot. He thought cooly to himself. You just HAD to kill that dream, my subconscious.