She mostly wears saree when she comes to our house. At her home is always in maxi (really hot). She is a sexual woman too, cos I had heard her talking...nasty with my mom. One day when I returned home after play football, she was there. I started eating snacks without cleaning myself. My mom scolded me that I should first go and have a bath and started complaining to aunty that now I don’t clean myself good and how in childhood she used to keep me so neat and clean. Aunty laughed and commented. He raised an eyebrow at my jeans and I immediately tore them off leaving my panties on to tease him. He climbed on top of me hugging his strong arms around me and spreading my legs. He rubbed his cock against my pussy, already soaking from waiting the whole day for this moment. He leaned back and looked down at me in a proud way, observing his treasure and taking his time. He softly touched my side grazing my bra with tenderness and lust. "Baby this has to go," he said light-heartedly while. Or is there something in the dark recesses of my mind that wants that to be part of our life. Just don't know. Confusing as hell.I tried to banish those thoughts and tried to concentrate on that Goddess like body sprawled out on that bed – the one that had promised to be my sex slave today. But of course as those thoughts cruised through my mind, my dick got hard again which brought the CB back to the forefront of my mind and with it why I was wearing it.I wish this trial thing was already. You breathe deep and stretch and it hits you – that smell. Pussy, come and desperation. Mmmm your favorite smell. Your face is sticky and your mouth tastes sour and thick, but damned if it's not the best way to wake up. Suddenly you remember being knuckle deep in a cunt you didn't yet know, remember the stretch and pull and the taste of it, and you drag your fingers under your nose just to jog your memory a little more. Flashes of dark hair and unfocused eyes flit across your mind and you.