"No, I was thinking more on the lines of taking a beautiful lady out for a pukka meal somewhere."Stella who was still cleaning tables at the time, sto...ped what she was doing and turned to look at me."How Pukka?" she asked."The best in town!" I replied."I think I'd like that; I haven't been out for a slap-up meal in yonks. But didn't you say you've got to get home to your children?" It's a long drive, Stella, and the day's getting on a bit. I'll book into one of the hotels out by the airport. Mera lund bilkul aunty ki gand ki darar me tha and aunty ko b mera lun mehsus horha tha to vo bhi gand ko piche ki taraf mere lund ki taraf kr rhi thi aisa 5-10 min hua fir hm kitchn se free ho kr drwaing room me aagye.Mera lund abhi bhi khada tha kyu ki aunty ki maxi abhi bhi gilli thi or mamme saaf dikhayi de rahe the. Aunty or mai bat krne lgeAunty- or bta kaisa haiMai- bs apki kirpa hai auntyAunty- oh meri kirpa kbse han, kirpa teri gf ki hogi.Mai- apki hi kirpa h aunty g hmesha se and meri. Rising, I stripped the sheet off a corner of the mattress to show I meant business. The sheet, mattress cover and a pillow case had been soaked from our sex last night. Remembering Jason putting the pillow under my ass to raise my pussy up so he could fuck me deep was a delicious memory as I stuffed the bedsheets into the small washer that came with the condo. Jason was gone buying more beer and other supplies we'd need for our trip as I started coffee and stepped into the small shower to wash. “You’re not reading another one, Janice?” Griselda inquires from high above me. “They’re better than ten TV comedies together,” I state, a little defensive, even though I should know that she’s only teasing. “Are you going to spend all evening up there?” “Don’t know yet. That depends.” The old wrought iron chandelier sways gently back and forth, and she giggles. I can’t see her face. It’s covered by her pink skirt, which, in her upside-down position, exposes all of her neatly shave slit, but.