Pagri bhi nahi thi or beard bhi boht badi. Jaise ki ek raakshas ho. Upar se lund 11 inch ka woh bhi boht mota. Mere paseene choot gaye. Uncle jab paas...aaye to maine dekha ki wo thode nashe mein the. Unhone aate hi mere tshirt faad di or.mujhpar toot pade. Kissing kaafi der chli. Tabhi uncle ne meri shorts utaar kr hasne lage. Woh mere chhote se lund pr hass rahe the. Mujhe boht sharm aayi.. Unhone kha ghar subah chale jaana tabhi doodh bhi le jaana. Aaj tum mera doodh peena. Uncle ko bhi meri. ”“Yes, Oooojh” he had just pulled her top off “I know what you mean. They were so buttoned up and then they had to give there all llllll- ahhh” Now he had knelt at her feet and pulled up her skirt. He was kissing her through her panties. “And the men could be as perverrrrted as they liiiikkee” Her panties were on the floor and he was understanding, she wanted him bossy, in charge. He took a deep breath, how do you go further than they went last time? But that was what she wanted. She was the. Warning bells went off in her head, but before she could correct her impudence, he had lifted her and thrown her over his shoulder. He walked up the stairs back to the veranda, set her down, and bent her over the stone railing. The hard flat surface pressed into her ribcage and the lower half of her bosom. "You'll want the sweetmeats now, I warrant," he said, then flipped her skirts over her hips, baring her bottom. Thank God the servants were away! she thought to herself. His hand pressed upon. “You are the one that needs the stop-word, sir”Both hands were inside, so he quickly tighten the nook. Then he got up and dragged her towards the bathroom. Then he tied the other end of the belt to a drain-pipe. She wiggled herself into the tiny bathroom. “Mhhh” she moaned. He put his hand on her groin. She had one leg in the shower booth and one on the toilet. He sat kneeling over her, but not facing her. His other hand slid in under the sweatpants.“No underwear?“Well, I didn´t really expect.