Mai aunty k ghr gya aunty ne darwaja khola or mai andr chla gya aunty ne bilkul patla suit dala hua tha and andr bra nhn pehna tha unke boobs aram se ...ikh rhe the mera dhyan br br unke boobs pr hi ja rha tha. Mai or aunty bateen kr rhe the itne me light chli gyi. Aunty or mujhe dono ko psina aane lga maine to apni t-shirt utar li or inner me hi baith gya. Itne me aunty or mai bat krne lge. Aunty- Kitni garmi ho gyi hai Abhimai- Han aunty kafi grmi ho chuki haiAunty- Tu to t-shirt utar k baith. He invited me to his house for playing PlayStation games he recently bought. I was in his house for the first time and it was large.We went to his room, it was a big room with all the facilities middle-class kids can’t get. As I was exploring his new PlayStation, I noticed that he undressed, he was only wearing a boxer. He was not that fair but had a pleasing personality, slim with long hair, you could easily see his dick in the boxers. It seemed strong.He told me to be comfortable and there. All night long forcing Jane to please her every wish and then some. By morning Jane had been forced to bring Wendy off many times. Heading for home Jane felt sick but relived thinking it was all behind her. Wendy came in the front door proud of her self and the terror she gave Jane. Jane seen her come in and went to the back to hide but Wendy found her and soon was on her again. Pinching and pulling at Jane's nipples Jane hated it but her body reacted to it and her nipples grew hard and wanting. "So you're saying that it's fine for you to fuck my best friend on my couch because that's just sex, but when I fuck a guy for a film it's - what, I'm betraying you?" Yes," I said stubbornly, trying to hide the aching pain that was blossoming in my stomach. "You're behaving like a slut."Her mouth fell open, dumbstruck - and then, she slapped me across the face. Hard. "I am not a slut," she hissed at me, tears filling her eyes. "Sluts don't get paid. I'm a fucking whore, Jonas, and you knew.