“hi aunty”, I said while extending my hand for a handshake. When she shook my hand, I felt the skin of her hand: so cold, so soft, so sexy. “ok,...go continue studying”, my mom said. But I cannot let her go out of my mind! I couldn’t take the image of her large supple breasts out of my head. I wanted another look at her breasts so I decided to go out of my room and wash my hands in the wash-basin next to the hall. While washing my hands, I decided to intently stare at her breasts. I did so for. She couldn't help it and hoped her sigh was not too big a give away to Isabella on her state of sexual arousal. At first, Isabella massaged the sunscreen onto Connie's tits with firm stokes, but then her touch lightened and she spent more time than was necessary in softly stroking her lusty orbs, in a blatantly fondling way Connie thought. Connie was getting very wet down below and she just knew that her wetness would be evident as a stain as she was wearing light-blue satin panty-bottoms that. "You mustn't be afraid to use one of them if your instructions are not carried out exactly as you wish. It's for his own good." One of them?" My wife questioned."Oh yes, there is a range for you to choose from," said Julie. "For example, how about standing him in a corner with fingers on lips, legs apart, with his shorts down, being totally silent. Or his hands tied behind the back, and then you apply Deep Heat cream to his cock to watch him squirm as it takes effect. Or there's the over the. I responded. The kiss lasted for around 5 minutes. I pressed her boobs from above her saree. They were so soft. We hugged for some time. Then she got up and asked. Wanna have fun… I said someone might come home. Let’s stop here only. She said my brother will come late night as he has some urgent work in office and parents out of townI took her in my arms and went to her bedroom and then we started to smooch. Slowly made her lie oh her back and just removed her saree pallu. Wow, so big boobs. I.