In the evening, I was waiting to take my aunt shopping. There she came from the room, draped in a yellow saree with a matching low cut sleeveless blou...e. I was scanning her hot assets, she was absolutely bootylicious.While I started the scooter, she stopped me.Aunt: Rishi, I will drive. You sit behind.Me: But, can you handle the scooter wearing a saree?Aunt: Of course I can.She took the handle and asked me to sit, I was excited to utilize this opportunity. I held her shoulders and sat on the. I got through that one real easy because it had a minimum amount of sexual content.I read it again after I finished work for the day and was impressed with the reasons why this girl thought that she was more cat than human. She mentioned the ability to smell and see things a long way away and her pointed ears and the way she was always licking her hair by placing it between her lips.I saw that the girl in this story was so similar to me that I started to think about the institute and the. .." You bonded with him?" Tony asked Ziva incredulously."In a way, yes I did. While you were blustering around, thinking Abby was being hurt, I was investigating the character of the prisoner. That is what we do, Tony ... investigate. It is what you and Franks, even Tim, have been plowing me over the head with since the day I arrived at NCIS. To investigate the facts before I come to any conclusions. With you and Franks inarguably covering Abby's end, I thought to find out the man we had in. My lips pressed to her inner thigh of one and then the other leg, with each kiss they came ever closer to her flower as my thumbs continued to taunt and tease the petals of her oh-so feminine wiles. I had done this exact thing with her mother many times; somehow that memory spurred me on with even greater arousal as my cock, now full and throbbing between my thighs cried out for its time to penetrate the portal. But this was not my wife, not my daughter’s mother I made love to, it was my.