Even though hidden by my bra, my nipples were hard as marbles. The material strained against the forward push as they grew even harder when I rubbed t...e palms of my hands over them. I rocked my hips from side to side while I pulled the shirt tails from my skirt. I let my shirt hang open as I bent over to watch my cleavage in the mirror. I shook my breasts to the music. Then like a professional dancer, I teased the mirror while I lowered my blouse off one shoulder then the other. I worked it. He held still, caressing my back, waiting till I was ready for more. I enjoyed the fullness but needed completion. I began thrusting my hips against him. Taking my cue he held me still and drew back only to slam home again. Over and over he rammed into me. It felt so good. It wasn’t long before I was panting and needing to cum. As if he understood what was needed he reached around me to stroke my clit. It put me over the edge. My pussy tightened on his cock as it flooded with my juices. Cal. I am feeling shy.Aunty: No, Plz amol dnt think this way. Plz help me. I want to make this anniversary special.Then with very much boldness I said auntyMe: Aunty then listen to me, Women looks sexy in black saree.She had it. I told her to show me the sarre. I mean wear it.She told me to go outside and wore black saree. She was lloking good in saree.Aunty: How am I looking?Me: See, what I told you will look good. But still you need more changes in wearing pattern.Aunty: What changes?I moved to. The shorts were a pair of my husband’s work jeans I had cut down. They were short enough to be Daisy Duke’s but were loose in the crotch area. With my bubble butt they tended to slide around a bit and if you got a peek from the right angle they hid even less than the tank top. With me bending over to put the groceries in the truck the kid must be getting a good look at my smooth shaved slit. I admit I had to smile just a bit at the thought.I grabbed the last bags and decided to put them behind.