We had made love while she told me, in great detail, how deep her lover plunged his cock into her soaking wet pussy. Other times, she sucked my dick w...ile she told me about her mischievous play. For example, how she sent him a text to check his desk drawer for the panties she removed and left for him. This would always cause me to shoot a massive load of semen down her throat. Even with all the enjoyment I received for her wandering ways, I just could not help but realize that the other man in. What Michelle said. Yes my Dave, we have an open relationship, we can fuck whoever we want we just have to let each other know about it. When we lived in New orleans we just knew too many people and had to be extra secret. But here In Atlanta we can fuck whoever we want, nobody knows us here. Really said Michelle. I can't fuck your husband, we're friends, my wife said that's what friends are for.So Michelle was a little hesitant and we talked about our life style a little, didn't tell her we. "What do you think ... do I look sexy, Mr. Hill?" I think," Mr. Hill said quietly, "that to be honest, you've always been a pretty girl, Emily. And yes, you're a sexy girl ... but the conditioning process, it's made you look ... well, different." He reached into his desk, taking out a small black notepad and an old-fashioned fountain pen. "Whether or not that means you're prettier than before is a matter of taste, I suppose." Oh," Emily said. Mr. Hill's response puzzled the horny blonde. Prakashhhhh and I came back to my senses, It was kavya aunty standing with bowl of sugar. I took the bowl and left the place. From that day I was in love with aunty. Whenever I use to remember the scene I use to cum in my pants. Then I started fantasizing about her and masturbating by imagining her nude and various sex positions. I was unable to control myself. I use to see porn movies but only one face use to flash in front of me and that was Kavya my darling aunty. Sometime I thought of going.