Daniel’s dick was grinding into the mattress as his face was grinding into her cunt. Her clit felt like plum pit in his mouth and he kept nibbling a...ay, working her toward orgasm. He wanted her to come and come hard, like he had a few hours earlier at the radio station. Then he would mount her like she were a mighty steed and ride her hard.Daniel’s hands were now under her ass as it wriggled about, and he dug his fingers into her supple butt flesh for a firmer grip. He thought it would be. We were standing in the bathroom as she started with my sister. I still remember Shruthi saying brother you look cute in your boxers to which my aunt replied enough of talking and applied soap over the chest and started to scrub my sister, in mean time I was just watching my sister body parts and my aunts too, my aunt Vimala had a huge thighs and she’s tall.Initially I did not like my aunts thighs as it was fat but the view of my sister thighs were so splendid that I was lost in the thoughts of. He was 6’5′ tall, Ben was 5′ 10′ and Jerry, 5′ 8.’ An adjustable top! But no electric. Too modern. A hand crank setup. Piece of cake. He could build it. The thought that perhaps a bed would be easier to do crossed his mind, but he threw that out. Too obvious. Too horny-bachelor like. Too much like . . . like . . . a bedroom. And, ho ho, he thought, it needs a sperm-swallowing area. Think! Aha! A platform! A round one. Wood. Rough looking wood. Like the tub and the fuck table. Dimensions? A. I know I won't be able to have any of myown after the operation, but... hey, wait a minute! Are you going whereI think you're going?"Kit slid off the bed and kneeled down, taking Chrissy's hand as helooked up into her eyes. "Chrissy, will you marry me?" Yes! Oh Kit, you've made me the happiest person in the world!"***Later that morning, over coffee and croissants at the Corner Bakery,Kit and Chrissy took stock of their lives. Chrissy, looking foxy in oneof Kit's leather skirts with a matching.