I resisted the temptation to touch myself but instead just watched as she washed herself.As Stacey finished washing and soaping herself I watched as s...e stood still in the shower as she slid her hands up the sides of her gorgeously perfect body. Her nails lightly grazed against her tanned skin. I could feel my body tingle as if those were my hand on her instead of her own. I could feel my fingertips travelling slowly up across her soft skin. My cock jumped inside her panties and a large wet. She is nervous. They have spoken for months now on the computer and on the phone yet this is to be their first r/t meeting. He told her she would be tested today. Her heart pounds at the thought and she can feel the familiar warmth growing between her legs. With shaking hands she knocks on the door.The door opens and she hears his voice, "Come in My Angel. What a good girl to be so prompt." She begins to speak, to tell him how she is feeling; how happy she is to finally meet him, but he puts a. She let out a long moan. The very threat was enough to make her shiver with excitement. She was still a bit drunk and defiantly wanted a proper fuck now. “Yes Sir. If it pleases you.” was her response. She knew she'd done well, and that I was happy with her even though I had to punish her. She also knew I'd both punish her and fuck her, not stopping until she was a whimpering puddle on the floor. She went up on stage for a few songs and I saw the perv walk up to the tip-rail. I could see him. May be ranjan would have not shown her this kissing. I slowly cupped her boobs with my hands. They were so soft. I couldn’t distinguish the softness between my mom’s and aunty. I kneaded them with both my hands. Meanwhile ranjan stood behind aunty and hugged her from behind. He slowly lowered his hand and touched and kneaded aunty’s pussy.I released her lips and lowered my head to suckher boobs. I saw it was red due to the handling by ranjan before and by me now. Her aeroles were stiff and.