My uncle is a workaholic and an alcoholic too.She never cares about my aunt and he abuses her.I don’t think they have sex regularly because he sleep... on terrace leaving us in ground floor. As I used to play cricket and came home all sweaty,she used to remove her pallu and wipe me.Her full round boobs were tightly bound in her blouse.Her upper boobs used to come out of her blouse as she breath.And they shined with drops of sweat as she works in kitchen.With the same pallu she wiped her sweat. Although she wasn’t obvious, I knew she was teasing me. I struggled not to say or do anything inappropriate which was all the harder because she didn’t let me touch her for days. I was treated, or tortured, with several days of tight shorts and jeans that hugged her buttocks and separated her cheeks as if announcing a womanly welcome. Once, while looking at her jeans as she and Dad were talking, I imagined that her ass was speaking directly to me, “Fuck me, come on, fuck me.”I gave my head a. I awoke to see her already climbing in my bed, her long, lovely blonde hair shining even in the faint light from the hallway. Wearing only a cotton blue shirt, she lay down to my left, resting her gorgeous young head on my shoulder while her fingers played with my chest hair."Daddy!" she gasped. "I had another b-bad dream! I need a massage!"I knew the drill, so I turned on my side to face her. She knew the drill too, and raised her left leg, thus granting me access to her cunt. I wasted no. And about my friend Archana, she 21 too with a lean body and has medium sized and round shaped breasts and has a face of Angelina Jolie, the best part is her lips where u can’t stop thinking of kissing and sucking those amazing lips. She is open minded about everything, loving person and loves to hang out with me. So coming back to the sex story now, I and Archana have been friends for a few years now. We meet during an event which happened in Chennai, then we got to talk and we exchanged our.