He open M S N messenger and logged on to his e-mails, nothing but mail from the insurance company he worked for and bits to do with nursing for Monica... he went to the chat room, just what he thought.Five messages with their password on and all from their resent viewers.He read their usual drivel all apart from the forth one, this guy sounded different, didn't use foul talk, it didn't read like the others who wanted to fuck and use Monica no this guy sounded educated. Richard read how the guy. Since the age of 18,I was keen on elderly woman. Especially married woman. The word aunty was my weakness. Initially I had no bad intentions on my aunt.. But my view on her changed when I once saw her masturbating in her bedroom. I never knew that a typical South Indian woman of age 41 would do such a thing. I had seen this only on porn sites.. This activity of Jaya aunty turned me on. Ever since then I was keeping a watch on her whenever she came home. Sometimes I used to visit her native only. I was used to seeing short skirts on the students, but hers might have been the shortest. It barely covered her crotch. Moreover, she was quite tall, with a gorgeous pair of legs that went on forever.Jonathan Wilkerson rose to greet me. He was a small man — shorter than his secretary, Becky, I noted — and was impeccably dressed. I was glad that I, too, had dressed for the occasion.I won’t bore you with the details, but after having a very bitter-tasting cup of coffee that Becky supplied, I was. Now what was his name again ... ?"Chris," said Shauna, her tone noticeably lacking in warmth, though nothostile either. "What do you want?"The larger of the two boys grinned and ran a hand through his longfringe. His face might have been handsome, but for his crooked nose,which looked like it had been through a fight or two. "Just saying helloto an old friend - and hoping to make a couple of new ones." He nodded atTessa and myself. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"I quailed as he looked me up.