..helping with the laundry...he noticed his aunt had many different wigs. The commode with the mirrors...with his aunt's cosmetics. As he put the la...dry away....something drawer was rolling around. His aunt's 6 inch vibrator...for which he saw her post orgasm lick. He did the same. The sweet taste of her aunt's climax was enough. She apparently used it again before he awoke. He fumbled with it as his aunt called for him to help with the laundry. Not before looking at his aunts wardrobe. I knocked once and entered. Sandy came into the living room with a tray with a carafe of coffee, two cups, fixings, and a small plate of cookies. She had removed her shoes and was walking in her stocking feet.She set the tray on the coffee table, a sensible name in light of its use at the moment. As she leaned forward, I could again see down the front of her dress and got a glimpse of the skimpy red bra barely covering her breasts. I reacted as one might expect. We sat on the couch a bit closer. Maine apni baho me leke hoth pe apna hoth rakh ke kiss karne laga or apna hath anju ke kulo or gand pe ghumane laga anju boli aj fir gand marneka irada he kya me bola anju dear aj to me tera boob chusuga or chut chatu ga fir teri bhoska bhosda bana uga bad me me anju ko uthake bed room me le gya vaha jake maine pahle anju ka gaun nikal diya or bra ke upar se anju ka boob cxhusne laga fir anju ki bra nikaldi anjuke 2no kabutro sithe mere mu pe aya me anju ke boob ko chatne laga or jorjor se. Carlos wanted to hear them scream. He wanted to make the old Mafioso listen to them scream but even a bullet in the head of the woman and her brat would have been better than allowing them to walk away.The live news feed from the helicopter had caused Carlos to laugh just a short time ago. The news anchor explained with bated breath what was happening. The police were sending a hostage negotiator into a dangerous situation to try to get the hostages out. The anchor's voice during the running.