Fir ek din aunty ne apne ghar bulaya or mein time se unke ghr poch gya . Unhone mujhe andar bithaya or mere liye juice le kr aai or mere paas beth gyi... Humne baat karna start kiya tho maine unki or unke ghr ki tareef ki.Fir unke husbnd k baare mein pucha tho unhone btaya k wo ek bussiness man hai or abhi kaam se banglore gye hai or aunty ne btaya k unka ladja delhi mein settled hai. Yha wo or unke husband rehte hai bcoz yha unka bussiness hai. Fir aunty ne mujhe apna ghar dikhaya . Maine aunty. There was a distinct slap of bodies, and we set to, not soft loving fuck this one… slap, slap, slap. I hammered away for all I was worth, she was making no secret about the fact she wanted to be taken hard."Oh, God yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. It feels so good!” she cried out.So I responded with a few choice vulgar phrases of my own. I soon felt the sensation of my long-awaited climax approaching. I roughly pinched and pulled on her rock hard nipples, to try and get her climax in cinque with my. God, what a wonderful woman she was. A good wife and companion, and the sex was always good.The only problem was the sites she was submitting her stories on were sex sites, erotic stories. Most of her stories didn't have a lot of sex in them but were widely accepted. Then she started writing stories that were a little more erotic. Fantasies, incest, cheating to name a few. They were great reading. Some were novels and could have been published if the damn business world would just give her a. Forcibly pried open. There was a gut-twisting sensation of something that felt like a burning-hot pipe being jammed into him, into... into his ass.She had held him tight and tried to offer him comfort, but he had pushed her away, had told her to go away and leave him the hell alone. He was damaged goods, unfit for the company of a woman unless... unless and until he could somehow avenge himself and regain his manhood."By whatever means necessary and whatever it costs... find out who they are.