Nanaji ki char betiyan thhi ek meri mummy aur 3 mausi.yun toh meh apni sari mausiyon ke close thha lekin sabse choti bito mausi merey sabse jada close...thhi,meh har baat unsey share karta thha….mujh meh aur meri mausi meh kuch 10 saal ka antar h…kuch 8-9 saal purani baat h meh lagbhag 18-19 ka hunga.Mausi humarey ghar aayi huee thhi kyonki mausaji ki training kuch mahiney ke liye bahar ho gayi thhi,unka koi bacha thha nahi isliye unka akele mann nahi lagta thha.Meh mausi se bahot baatein karta. Oh, that wonderful gift, the beautiful feminine pussy smell. She yelped and tried to push me off and wiggled some. I heard, "I don't know if this is a good i..., a good idea..........Really, I'm not sure."I held tight and kissed and licked at the juncture where her panties where wet and her pussy crack was. In seconds, she stopped resisting and her protests were no more.It went slow. I was in no hurry. She made no protest when I pushed aside her panties at the crotch and let my chin, tongue and. Him bending me over the sick and fucking me from behind while we both watched in the mirror. I was starting to squirm in my seat and I knew I wouldn't make it through the night like this. I desperately needed to get off. I came to a stop at a red light and used the time to unbutton my cutoff shorts and stick my hand down into my pants. My panties were already soaked through and it made it easy to slide my fingers into my tight pussy. I started fingering myself fast and hard, imagining it was. The shorts were comfortably loose but not baggy. The shirt was a little bit more snug around the chest and arms than the last time he wore it. He remembered when he first received it as a present from his mother. He went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth of the bits of his meal and took a look at himself in the mirror realizing he was more muscular than he was back then due to his working out since being diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. He was trying to take care of himself and the fact.