Aur Tapu, mere jaane ke baad tum Babita se shaadi karna aur uska dhyaan rakhna.”Sab log suicide note padh kar hairaan the. Achaanak Babita ji ghaaya... ho jati hai. Log unpar paani chhidakte hai, par unko hosh nahi aata. Tapu unko kiss bhi karta hai, par Babita Ji ko hosh nahi aata hai.Anjali kehti hai, “Tapu, chal Babita ko mere ghar le aa aur apna lund chuswa. Usko hosh aa jaayega.” Anjali aur Tapu, Babita ko ghar ke andar le aate hai.Pehle Anjali Tapu ka lund chus kar bada karti hai. Fir Tapu. “Go on danny fuck the little cock sucker” came a shout from next door “Looks like I’m gonna have too cuz she can’t wank nor suck cock” My abuser shouted back. A cold shiver ran down my spine I knew what was coming next and tears began to well up in my eyes. He grabbed hold of my hair pulled me up spun me round and bent me over the chair that was in a corner, he then roughly pulled my bum cheeks apart and spat at my hole a couple of. But mostly she would bring them home, fuck them in our bed, our den, our living room. At first she was happy to let me watch, treating me as a non-entity. My jealousy and desire would battle for supremacy while she writhed and screamed as she fucked each new man. Over time she grew as tired of me sitting there like a humiliated statue as I felt and she sensed I needed more. She began to increase my shame and embarrassment. At first she just acknowledged my presence with a laugh, or would call. My heart was beating fast and I was looking forward for a memorable night. Aunty now got on top of me and started kissing me passionately; she inserted he tongue into my mouth and sucked it deep, while pressing her hips against my cock and making up and down movements. I slowly put my arms around her back and started to caress her back and slowly moved my hand down and pressed her buttocks with both my hands. Slowly aunty started undressing me, she first removed my t-shirt and pulled my shorts.