.. my juices were seeping down my thighs as I walked back to the table." Are you showing it to him?" Not yet. I have my legs crossed. Is he looking?" ...is eyes are right on your legs, Honey. He's also squeezing his cock." Tell me when to do it, Jeff. Tell me!" Uncross your legs, Wendy." Ohhh yes. They're uncrossed. Is he looking up my skirt?" Oh yeah. He's even bending over a little to get a better view. Spread wider but not enough for him to see it." I'm throbbing, Honey. Sooo close." Show him. When they saw me they behaved normally as nothing has happened. At night I heard him talking with some one in phone till late night, I taught it was mom, as he might be missing her badly at nights. Next day morning when I checked his phone it was not my mom he was talking but to Jaya aunty. I felt excited and I used to fantacy about my dad with other women. jaya aunty is 38yrs ( 38-30-40)a distant relative who used to come to our house every year. Our family has a very good relation with her.. Her accent seemed a bit refined, but I recalled some of the gentry of this particular region had fallen on very hard times. She perhaps had not been raised for this life. "I'm fine." If you're sure," she said, then smiled. I wondered at her life, the change in circumstance I believed she had experienced. She was dressed like the rest, in what was clearly peasant clothes but like all the girls', far more feminine than my warrior's tunic. The top of her breasts were clearly displayed. I wondered,. You're a guy! It just happens." There was a brief silence and then she asked, "Would it be more comfortable if it wasn't pinned between us?"I thought about that for a second and had no idea what she had in mind so I said, "Maybe." She moved up in the bag, slightly, and, as best as she could, she spread her thighs open and arched her back. That pushed her ass back against me and, at the same time, made it slide up toward the head of my trapped hard on. Before I knew what was going on, the head.