.it is big just like your Dad’s". Arun took the cue and lifted her tank top above her boobs and started squeezing the reached around her and quickly...released her bra. Sharmila aunt’s glorious breasts sprang out in the open for all of us to view. Her nipples were stiff and hard already and Arun leaned down and started to suck them and her dark areolas. "Oh yes, Arun, suck my tits..go ahead, that feels so good". At the same time she was unzipping his jeans and opening his pants. She dropped both. It was better now that they were holding me in some kind of house. The windows might have been shuttered, but they let enough light through that it was possible to tell night from day. That made keeping time a whole lot easier.Before this house, I'd spent somewhere between six and eight months in a cave complex. The only lights were old mine lights, running off a generator. Sometimes the generator would break down, or run out of gas. I would be left in the dark, or with just a flashlight, for. So, that's what we did.We got back and grabbed a couple beers, hit the couch, and flipped the game on, which was now in the third period. Was a tie game, so made a bet; winner picks what shot we take. I ended up winning, so with the game over, walked in the kitchen and poured some straight vodka shots a drank them. We chatted a bit in there, refreshing our beer, taking another couple shots.Mike (Fake name, but we'll call him Mike for this story!) then asked if I went to that first bar much, and. Turkey leg, veggies and wine. All served under candlelight. A romantic dinner for one...me, before some serious fucking. It was difficult getting through dinner. Stroking my cock and caressing the bra made it tough to have an imaginary conversation with the person who was gonna fuck this horny, crossdressing slut. I am so horny NOW. I have to cum before I finish this true story.Mission accomplished. After dinner, I went upstairs to the bedroom. My cock was aching to explode. There were two.