I absolute hate it when adults do that. It's as if they're sending morse over you're head and all you get is ::Beeep. Beep. Beeep. Beep. Beep::"I did,... she began, carefully. "Until quite recently, when my husband and I..." this could be interesting. But instead of going on in that vein, she changed course. "My daughter still lives there with her father, but..." and again. Wow, the woman changed course more than a deaf kid playing Marco Polo."... he has custody," was how she chose to finish.. Her nipples were sensitive. Hard as little rocks. Pre cum wet cock heads rubbed against her shorts and legs making the tan glisten. Her jeans shorts ripped effortlessly down her legs revealing a little triangle string bottom bikini. It had become wet from the attention. The males cheered. Each side string was gently pulled on revealing a shaved swollen clit. A male knelt down and started flicking it with his long snake like tongue. This gave Fran a butterfly sensation in her stomach. The. "Sara, what's up? You're squirming like one of the twins. Do you have to go to the bathroom?" I said, trying to add a bit of levity to the atmosphere."I heard you" she whispered."Heard me?" I replied, confused. I put the tray on the table next to the bed. She was sitting in the chair, her arms crossed under her cleavage. Her hands were gripping her arms tightly, squeezing."I told Nikki that you might need someone to comfort you. I didn't know you were going to make love to her." She blurted out. Slowly and slowly I was visiting their house more often and was craving to touch my dream lady.She also became very much free and open with me and I became part of the family. She use to talk to my mom back in Punjab and discuss things and it was all happening smooth. Nobody knew what was cooking in my head. One fine day, I decided to bunk college and go visit aunty. She was normally at home and only went out of the house to visit the Gurudwara or the local market.It was 1 in the afternoon and.