“Oh, fuck me please, fuck me in my hot sticky cunt, flood me with your creamy thick spunk, fuck me, fuck me, Ooooooh Yes, Yes, fuck me hard my love... boy.” “Oh yes aunty, I want to fuck you so much, I’ve wanked myself off so often thinking of those beautiful tits and feeling them and sucking on them, and imagining about you wearing stockings and feeling up your legs to stroke the bare flesh between the stockings and your knickers, knickers that I have taken from your washing basket to sniff on. He started playing with my breasts under my bathing suit so I slipped it off so that he could see them better as he proceeded to slowly suck and lick my nipples with previously unsuspected skill. They are brilliant he would say to me as I blushed and acted shy loving every minute of it. I began kissing his neck and rubbing my hands over his body as we began to kiss passionately flicking our tongues together. I knew he was getting very turned on as he was running his fingers into my bathing suit. She looked up at him and he kissed her lips. She didn’t move away so he kissed them again, holding her as she opened her mouth and they touched tongues. Her breasts on his chest were warm and soft. His hand went to one and traced around it through her clothes and discovered a large nipple. He withdrew to put his hand up under her tank top and teased her nipple again. She thrust her hips forward and his cock pressed into her, its hardness obvious. Her hand went down and confirmed the. This cool air is not working. Please do something!I looked Mandhana, where she was laughing on my situation.Me: Mandhana, you are a doctor. Please tell me how to make his…his… it normal.She was laughing again on my way of speaking, without telling the word dick or cock.Me: Don’t laugh. Give me a solution quickly. (In a frustrated mode)Mandhana: I can do nothing. He has to get released. You know!!Me: What he has to release?Mandhana:(in an annoying manner) Mom, he has to masturbate or he has to.