Except my cock was still hard, and the kitchen was taking on the distinct smell of fuck. We went back to work, but quieter than before. Our hesitatin... did nothing to scratch the itch that was driving us crazy. I occasionally took another shot of that delicious vodka, trying to head of the aching case of blue balls I knew was in my future. I didn’t need to see that your crotch was wet. I could smell the heady smell of hot fuck from twenty feet away. That only made it worse. We didn’t plan. But..” She immediately asked “Who is she?” I could not resist and said “You.” The smile in her face slowly got dimmer and she turned towards the stage and asked “What made you ask this? I’m 42, you are 24. How would it work?” I got a bit irritated and said “I’m asking for sex, not marriage. What has age got to do with this?” She turned at me and with a starring smile said “I’m leaving to Bangalore immediately after this function. So not this time.” I felt dejected and did not speak much with. "My ... my titties are free".This was immediately given approval by wave after wave of claps but it was nothing to what was to follow after her friend whispered to her male companion 'she isn't wearing panties either'. It took seconds to yank Belinda dress down, seconds more to position her onto a table, spread her thighs and ram a cock up her very hairy and attractive cunt. Now instead of claps there were howls of encouragement as the fucking began for not only was Belinda a centre of. It took one hour for us to reach her home. We entered her house and she was locking the door. I went behind her and hugged her. She said, hey.Rahul.You naughty boy, we have a lot of time. I replied, aunty you are looking soo hot, I am unable to control myself. Aunty turned towards me and said, patience, and smiled shyly.I leaned and kissed aunty on her lips. It was a slow and soft kiss. After kissing her for one minute or so, I broke the kiss and looked at aunty. She was shy. I said, your lips.