They were almost like family. Mr. Bob and Ms. Anna were their names and they were an older couple, very friendly and active in the church. At the ti...e this story happened Ms. Anna was I am guessing in her late fifties. She was a thin petite woman, reddish blonde frizzy hair, maybe a hundred pounds. She dressed very conservative. I did not her very attractive or sexy. She did have a drinking problem that very few people knew about. We had a big outdoor BBQ and party at our house one weekend.. She- don’t call me aunty, call me Kajal.Me- ok darling.Maiine use apna lund dia wo use apne najuk hathon se sehla rahi thi. Maine use muh me lene ko kha.Wo mana karne lagi ke usne kabhi nahi kia hai mere bar bar kahne par wo lene ko raji huyi. Wo mere lund ke supade ko muh me leke chusne lagi. Dhire dhire use maja aane laga wo supade me jeebh ferti kabhi lund me jeebh lagati kabhi pura muh me leti to kabhi aando ko chuste ab moaning ki bari meri thi. Maine ek jor ka jhatka mara or pura lund muh. We both were totally nude exploring each other’s naked body. Lusty kisses were making the situation more erotic. Her pussy was so smooth and driving me crazy. I held steady her legs and made my penis rub over her pussy. She was like, “Hissss.. haaaaa.. Hold me tight” “Make me yours..”.I made her lay on the table completely and I took my dick near her face which made her kiss the dick. Sonam started to take my dick in her mouth. Her blowjob was awesome. Meanwhile, I reached her pussy, fingered. Looking at the mirror, I indulged in taking poses that wouldexalt my femininity, and revel in the thought I was doing it for the man Iloved. As part of my transition, I was learning to pose, sit, walk, speakand even think in a feminine way. My buttocks had grown significantlybigger and rounder. I hadn't realized as all I wore most of the time was arather skimpy thong, padded in the front to keep my trans clitoris inplace. So Mustapha took a photo of my butt, and told me that, when Iwalked, it.