I asked her, “How did it feel when he squeezed and sucked your breasts?” She looked at me quizzically and realized that it was just a simple quest...on without any mala fide, she said hesitatingly, “Well, that was the first time anyone squeezed my boobs, apart from you. I was upset, but he had straddled me so hard that I could not move. He requested me not to protest; otherwise his friends would be make fun of him. He told me that he just could not control himself. Well, frankly, in spite of my. I love this scar. It speaks to me of that special courage of women, and of the particular courage of one woman. It was narrow and pink at first, but gradually faded to a shade just a bit lighter than her natural skin tone. Originally, there was a zone of numbness around it, about an inch wide, but as time went on, that zone narrowed, and now, only the scar itself is still insensitive. Still, I kiss it anytime I am in the vicinity, as it speaks to me of her strength, and what a mother undertakes. . I left for college with no mood…thought of bunking my college..so returned back afternoon.it was around 3 pm wher i visited auntyz house.she welcomed with a broad smile..i dint want to waste time..i started kissing her…smooching..my tongue touching hers…smooching smooching and smooching..we smooching fr 20 minz…..wow!!!My tool was ready for the event.now she touched my tool and wanted to see it…one highlight of our sex was we never spoke much but understood in actions.the way she was staring. I got off the phone with him after we came.I put my panties back on and shorts, I went back to the living room. Nick asked me who was Kevin. He heard me calling his name out. I told him it was Cindy's husband and we just had phone sex. I thought Nick was going to be piss about. But he wasn't mad about it. He just said, I hope you had fun. I asked him he wasn't mad. He told me why would he be mad, as long I'm not fucking him, he don't mind. I didn't tell him we had video phone sex...Week later,.