She settled in a slow up and down motion, seeming to enjoy the sight of her hands at work. Without making eye contact, she asked, ‘Monsieur, do you...think I’m pretty?’ The question struck me as so ridiculous I was able to find my voice. ‘No, Becky, I don’t think you’re pretty.’ She looked up with questioning eyes. ‘I think you’re beautiful.’ Not to mention you look like Jane Russell. Becky gave Mr. Handsome an affectionate squeeze, and said, ‘Oh, Monsieur! Thank you. You flatter me.’ Letting. Toh meena aunty ki age 34 ki hai unki figure kya bolu poori aunty hai 37 34 37 hogi. Bde bde boobs, chuttar mja aa jata wo hmesha maxi mein hoti thi.Toh story aise start hui hm smaan shift kr rhe the 2 3 dheere dheere se toh daily aunty se baat ho jaati aate jaate wo puchti rehti kb shift ho rhe.Paani kb aata kb jaata. Aise casual baatein ho jati. Fir jb hum shift ho gye toh ek din aunty kapde sukhane hmare floor pr aayi and hmare flat ki bell bjai. Wo puchne lgi ho gyi saari setting. Maine. “Thank you” She closed the door. I had to go do something to get my mind off of her I went to the living room turned on the TV, got a beer, and put a bottle of wine in the fridge for later. I went to the couch and plopped down trying to relax and get my mind off of Susan’s pussy so my cock would go down before Jane got here. I was only sitting for a few minuets when Susan came out wearing nothing but a towel. “I forgot to bring in my suitcase can you get it out of my car?” “Shore I got up and. The skirt was practically nonexistent at this point, with huge gaps that allowed me to see the smooth lines of Megan's gorgeous legs. On her top half she had a tight white tank top and a black leather jacket.As she put her stuff into the spare drawer I'd cleared out for her, I lay on the bed and watched her luscious form moving. She was telling me about her affairs of the past week--whenever Megan went home, she got laid. She and I had a completely open relationship, so I didn't feet jealousy.