I watched, invisible in the dark hallway, as they shared a bowl of pudding and a single glass of milk. He wore an oversized pair of baggy sweatpants. ...he wore the Frederick's nighty I bought her last Christmas.She had worn it for me once or twice.The underwire cups made her 42D breasts seem impossibly firm and full. Her nipples in the moonlight seemed incredibly large and erect behind the lace, the shadow of her cleavage impossibly dark and deep. Her thong panties were just visible below the. Then came the effectof Aunt Sophie's eye shadow. It was a liquid, which was applied on theeyelids, a diluted plant juice. At first it was colorless, but some timelater it became blue. And when you washed the color didn't completelywash away; there remained a light blue shimmer. Even the eyeliner wasthere in very weak form. After the essentially more intensive colorsfrom the previous day, I didn't notice it -- just as the little red thatremained on my lips. You don't see things like this so well. Ayesha was ready for fucking, so I placed my body into her thighs and knelt there. I was going to bring out my penis and set at her pussy hole. But Ayesha grabbed my iron hard penis with her hand to set with her pussy hole.Realizing the size of my penis she amazed and told “wow, how long and fat your thing is, I will die to take it.” I told her “don’t worry I will insert it slowly that you don’t feel it”. Then I set my penis head to her pussy hole. Her pussy hole was well lubricated with her. It was not anything, that Grant and I had ever talked or hinted about. Why did he think that he could do this? He did not know me and I could be the type of person that would be insulted. I might have taken a swing at him. By this time my eyes were closing as he was stroking my rigid shaft. I was now moaning while bracing myself.“You should lie down before you fall,” Grant exclaimed.So we moved into the bedroom and I climbed on one bed. Grant reached down and removed my shoes and pants. My head.