She was younger than I, probably in her middle twenties, bleached blond with just a hint of roots showing, and she was obviously braless beneath her r...omy t-shirt from the way her unbound breasts moved delightfully when she walked or moved. The swell and shape of her breasts was accentuated by the small backpack slung on her shoulders. She wore ragged black tennis shoes and a matching ragged school girl style tartan miniskirt. I immediately nicknamed her "Slutty Lolita" in my mind and admired. Aur kaafi time lips aur zubaan choosta rahta hoon. Mein auntion ki mohabbat mein griftaar ho jaata hoon.Aaj tak mein baut si auntion ko chod chukka hoon. Meri khushkismti samjye k aaj tak mujhe kissi aunty ne dhoka nahe diya aur na kabi dil dukhaya. Aur mein bhee hamaisha onki respect karta hoon. Hamaisha onke status ka khayal rakhta hoon aur limit cross nahe karta. Ab apni kahani ki taraf aata hoon. Yeh do saal pehle ki baat hai jab mein msc k exam se farigh ho ker ghar per bor hota rehta tha.. Then I thought that I heard the door to the garden open but I wasn't sure. Then I felt hands on my hips and something rubbing across my pussy lips. Oooh it did feel nice. Tom must have come in the back way and was continuing where he had left off. Oh yes, I was enjoying this feeling as the cock started to push it's way between my lips and go deeper inside my pussy. In, out. In, out. Gently fucking me deeper with each stroke. Then faster and faster, my climax was building as the cock shot it's. He jogged most mornings and hit the weights two or three times a week.Seeing her dad without his shirt reminded Lisa of Beth. After Beth’s mom died, she went to live with her grandparents for a while. That’s how she and Lisa met. Her grandparents lived next door to Lisa and her family.Lisa’s dad rarely wore a shirt in the summer time and Lisa would often find Beth staring dreamy eyed at him. Lisa often teased her about it.Lisa had her dad lay back on the bed so she could pull his pants off,.