He was always asking her questions and she never talked down to him, always giving him direct answers. He always had his head buried in books. His mot...er would give him classics written by Jules Verne, Mark Twain, and Robert Louis Stevenson. He was a frequent visitor to the public library, reading all the Hardy Boys novels and anything else that interested him.At night, after supper, when his father sat in front of his computer and reviewed the financial news, they would discuss possible. We were chatting about general things and suddenly become silent and went to sleep. I was waiting for the first move from my aunt and it happened as I expected. She turned towards me and clutched my hard cock along with my lungi. I woke up and with courage held my aunt’s hand along with my cock and gently stroked her hand.She was happy getting the right signal from my side and suddenly turned towards me and kissed me by inserting her tongue in to my mouth. After a while, she said ‘ Dear I was. He continued to tease my clit circling over and over. I moaned feeling my increasing wetness and feeling my skin crawl with delight and anticipation. As he caressed my clit he ran his fingers up and down my well lubricated lips causing mini 'quakes' to rush over me, I want to push against his hand and force him to enter me. With one hand on still caressing my lips and threatening to enter me and his other feathering me belly. I was starting to approach euphoria. His teasing of my slit increased. Günther, der Freund ihres Mannes, hatte ihr in den letzten Tagen und Wochen beigestanden. Günther war 38 und ein Schulfreund ihres Mannes. Was sie allerdings nicht wusste war das er auch ziemlich scharf auf sie war.Nach einiger Zeit verabschiedet sich die Familie und es bleiben nur Katarina und Günther und ihr Haus zurück. Günther beobachtet wie Katarina noch etwas aufräumt bevor sie ihm noch einen Kaffee anbietet. Er sieht wie sich ihre Oberweite gegen den Stoff ihres Kleides drückt und.