Yogita aunty was so engrossed in her masturbating that she even doesn’t realize that I am in the house and looking at her. I immediately left from ...here and went to Pratik's room. I was so hot by looking at the scene a few moments ago that it was very difficult for me to control my emotions. My rookie was hard and tall standing in my pants.After some time, I regained my senses and I was totally shocked with what I saw a few minutes back. However, I could do nothing about it as I even can't. She hadthe fading allure of a yellowed painting on a museum wall. A barefootedbrunette with a red Frisian cap, her white blouse torn, and her amplebreasts exposed, she had a face as white as wax. With a voice so weakthat it hardly could be heard, she whispered: "No one lives in thishouse. Everyone is dead since we lost our will to be free." But who are those men inside your house striking heroic poses?"Pierrot asked."They are but the ghosts of great warriors past. There walk Napoleon,Foch,. Of course the human male would be me. The closest thing I could ever find in that respect was yiff stories.Yiff would be sexual acts of furries, animals with human traits such as intelligence, walking up right and having human like hands for the most part and their same organs except for the males who had penises like those of the animal they were representing. That’s as far as I understood of them, but suddenly as soon as I read those mangas or saw the pictures my cousin drew, I got hooked. I. I kissed her and gave her a tight hug. She said : " I never sweat so much in my life and also never had such sweaty boy. And I start feel you arouse me as well. So nice feel our bodies sliding. She was caressing and smearing sweat on my back with her smooth hand. It felt such nicely. My dick was hard without even touching it. I hugged her either tightly and whispered to her : " Clara, I'm such aroused, also love to smell your body, the pheromones you sweat out, so personal and natural. I feel.