It was a flapper style cocktail dress, all string and tassel. I would be going with no panties and no bottom. It was perfect for dancing: step, step, ...ick. Cyd Charise, eat your heart out.Half an hour later, I was in an old Duesenberg limo. It was rather like the one in Sunset Blvd. I could not help wondering, how much money Sean had. As I planned, we were going to the Harderidge House, which has a distinct clientele, devoted to Jazz Age dress. This allowed me a flapper dress, which was shorter. I never knew anything could feel this good. And you're so beautiful, I can't get over how beautiful you look." I look just like your mom, Jay. Maybe I shouldn't say that, it might turn you off, sorry," she told me but I was now fully realizing just how beautiful my own mother would be naked and, well, just how wonderful she would be to make love to as well. After all, they were identical twins.That was when I began to really understand that it was sex with not just my aunt but with my mother. All I lost out of my day was a little less than four hours. I headed for a restaurant in the city in the hopes of finding some way to salvage the day. So far, the only other bright spot was the rescue by the mysterious woman.After my meal, I walked along the park near the lift bridge. I found a place where I could sit and watch as people passed by. Young mothers played with their children on the playground. Old men sat by themselves. Occasionally young boys would pass by on the skateboards. It. My mobile phone rang “Ting ting ting ting…” I cursed myself and tried to switch it off. When I saw it was Sanjay, I signaled Nikitha with a silence gesture and said “Sanjay, don’t move at all, shhhhh”. I still had my penis head inside her vaginal entrance.Me: taking some breath “Hey Sanjay”Sanjay: “Hey Akshay, are you home?”Me: “Yes, I found your place just now and got in”Sanjay: in apology tone “Sorry yaar, I am very badly struck in the project and working hard in office to set things right. I.