Pooja aunty was a 38 year old woman. She was a recently divorced woman. My mom and Pooja aunty sat down for some talks. I went in my room and started ...erking off thinking about her.Pooja aunty comes to my room saying the dinner is ready. We sat down for dinner. I could see some naughty smiles on my mother and Pooja aunty. It was now time to go to sleep. Since we lived in a 2 BHK flat, Pooja aunty was to sleep with me. My parents went to sleep early as they had to leave early next morning. Pooja. I see something! There’s a person out there, comin’ our way!”“What? There’s no way, you wearing a tinted visor? If I come all the way up to the deck and find out you’re hallucinating, I’m dropping you down the fucking moon pool.”“Nah Mister Cohen I swear! He’s about two hundred meters out to the South!”“Right, hang tight, I’m getting the rifle and bringing some of the boys up with me. They wanted him alive, but I ain’t takin’ any chances with a spook, if he makes one wrong move I’m painting the. He made enough to feed, clothe, shelter, and educate his children. His daughter, Jill, had gone to nursing school. She was a nurse for a nearby doctor. Although Jack worked on cars, he had earned a business degree from the community college. John planned to hand off the business to his son within a couple of years, and take a well earned retirement.For more years that he could remember, John had been active in the community. He wasn't political, but did what he could to help out. He had joined. He began to moan and thrust towards my mouth as I went down over his cock so that its head was touching the back of my throat. His thrusts grew more intense and his breathing quickened the same as my own did when I masturbated. I felt his cock harden in my mouth and then... I wasn’t prepared when his cum began shooting into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged at first but then quickly swallowed. As he shot less and less I concentrated more on pleasuring his cock’s head and sucking the sweet.