” “Hmm. Did he ask for more proof that you were pantiless?” “No he didn’t need to.” “Why is that?” I was a bit concerned with how far ...he may have gone without telling me. “The conversation we had earlier was a dare to tell each other about what underwear we were wearing, so he knew by my description what they looked like and there was a bit more proof too.” “Oh do tell.” I said with a big grin. “Well we were talking dirty a lot and I’d become very aroused, so there was a wet patch on them. I know this because I measured her flaps often and I used to attach 'bulldog' type paper clamps to her flaps and hang really large and heavy weights from them which I had to wrap tape around to stop them making too much noise as they touched each other as she walked about. One time, we were sitting together on the back seat of a bus I put the same type of bulldog clamps, just a much smaller size, on to her very small nipples which made her cry the first time I did that, but by the time we. "You have a lovely arse, Gill," said Ben as his lover headed for the bathroom."Why thank you," she replied as she stopped and wiggled it before giving him a lovely smile over her shoulder.Gill was soon on her way back and Ben had thrown the bedclothes off the bed and his cock was almost fully erect."You have not been having wanking fantasies again have you?" Gill giggled."No, just showing you how pleased I am to be here," answered Ben.It only took three strokes of Gill's right hand to have him. I kissed her, and aunty kissed me back with a lot of passion. Our mouths were glued to each other.The way she was kissing me, only made me more eager to plunge my hard cock deep in to her pussy. My hands were massaging her ass on her saree itself. Aunty broke the kiss and released a big moan. Not only she, I too was burning in heat. I caught her neck and locked her lips with mine and just hungrily smooched her. Aunty was rubbing her lower body against my hard erection. She lost her control and.