As he did, I reached up and grabbed the back of his head by the hair and pulled his mouth down to mine. I could heel his cock quivering and rubbing ag...inst my pussy.We broke the kiss and I asked, “Are you hard again?”“I got hard again sucking your tasty cunt.”“So what are you waiting for? Fuck me!”As if waiting for my okay, he thrust his pelvis down and I felt his cock slide into my cunt. I was so slippery from being wet on my own and from his saliva inside, that it went in without the least. She has made her house gorgeous.Me: Aunty, you have great taste. You house is as beautiful as you are.Smitha : Thanks you.Me: Mention not Aunty jiSmitha: Hey! Do I really look like aunty to you.?Me: frankly no aunty. You look more hot than my gf.Smitha: oh really. Am I really more hot than your gf?Me: to be frank, yes you do aunty. Your husband must be lucky to find you as a wife.Smitha: Acha bachu!Btw if I don’t look like an aunty to you. Then why don’t you just call me smitha.Me: If you say. When she relaxed her flesh, they sank forward causing the hill beneath her panties to rub the silk against the leather.Frank's penis was stretched out to its maximum length, pleading against the inside of his boxers. He had to keep it under control. If continued watching how the panties were rubbing into the seat, he was going to ejaculate into a messy explosion.He knew that it was wrong but he could not keep himself from wanting her to continue. He inwardly hoped that she would push the. I asked him who is it for expecting to get a name but instead he said they are for me. I was flattered but disgusted at the same time, as we mothers in India never expect to get their underwear from their sons. After his papa came I showed them to him and everytime he asked who are they for he never replied. That was my second indication that something is going on in Arun's mind.We went to bed about 11pm that night and we arranged Arun's bed in his room as usual. But Arun insisted that he would.