Abhi mera aunty ke ghr aana jana normal ho gya aunty kuch bhi special banati meko jarur bulati thi .. Abhi aunty meko achchi lagne lgi thodi sympathy ...hi aa gai wo hmesa saree pahnti thi maim aksar unke ghr jane lga lappy lekr jata wo akeli rhti thi wo tv dekhti main lappy me game khelta rhta ..Uncle allahabad bank me the unka bhi mere sath thik hi bnti thi abhi aunty se main frank ho gya tha flirt bhi kr leta tha aunty mere ko bht achchi lagne lgi thi unka wo thoda nikla hua pet badi gand. So pretty soon we were on our way towards the distant hills.Mary explained that Sagara swimming pool was built halfway up a hill where a stream ran from the highlands down to the valley. It almost never stopped running. So someone came up with the idea of building the swimming pool with the stream running in one side and out the other. Simple but effective. The only drawback being that it was a little too far from anywhere and besides, a new swimming club had been built in the nearest town to. I stayed in the same position. I heard from behind me the sound of lube coming from a bottle, then felt wet fingers touching my ass. He worked his fingers over my ass then near my hole. Then roughly he entered my pussy with two fingers. I let out another cry in pain. He didn’t move his fingers, but kept them firmly inside my hole. “Am I hurting you? Good… I know you like it. Start backing up on my fingers like a nice slut.” I began moving my ass back and forth, fucking myself with his fingers.. Tom said I needed to stretch and exercise my talent more than I had been. He had asked me what I had done to train it, and I had replied that I had done nothing, really. It was just there. He had been very blunt with his critique."If I had done as you, I never would have discovered the full depth and range of my talent. You have to stretch it, and study it. You push yourself, and your talent, to the point you have headaches! Damn, Scott! You have no work or study ethic at all, do you?"So I was.