Jab meri aank khuli to aunty mere samne thi unhone najre naa milate hue jaldi se ready hone ke liye kha aur chali gyi.. mai jaldi se fresh hokar niche...gya aunty nai mera nasta laga diya to maine bacchr ke baare mai pucha to aunty nai bataya ki uske school mai PTM hai jisko lekar nani gyi hai 3 bje tak wapis aayengi .. mere dimag ki to turant ghanti baj gyi maine soch liya ki aajkaa mauka nhi jane dena hai aaj to aunty ko chodna hi hai aur plan bnane laga maine naste mai sirf chai lekar bola ki. Sam started rocking his hips to match her movement. His hands were all over her hair, he couldn’t help it. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer if his wife continued this way. Finally, he grabbed her and lifted her up and flipped her on her back. He grabbed her arms over her head. ‘You rock my world Jacqui, now I’m going to rock yours’. With that, Sam started to enter his wife. Slowly, an inch at a time, retreating each time. He was kissing her neck, her chin, her chest, making her. I moan, and she tells me I’m a whore and that I don’t deserve to be fucked by her. I’m dripping wet against my thong and over time I’ve learned to keep my legs tight together to keep the whip from being shoved inside of me, it doesn’t feel the best. As I’m thinking this she must have noticed it because she quickly shoves my legs apart and positions herself between them, shoving two fingers inside of my pussy. I moan in response and get a harsh slap across the face. “Shut the fuck up bitch, you. She assured me and I told everything from aunty s request to present day. I even gave almost account of encounters I had with jiju. When I finished she broke into tears, which was lead to earthshaking crying. She embraced me but still weeping. I was trying my best to console her, but in vain. After few attempts, I let her till her content and I was combing her hairs by my fingers and with another hand holding her tight. When I turned a little to comfort her now we were embracing straight her.