She always rubbed her neck when we passed.A few days later, I had finally worked up the courage to go up to her door and offer any help with finishing...up her new place."No thank you. It's quite organized now. But you're welcome to come in if you'd like." She smiled and opened her door a bit wider. I hesitated for a moment, but I knew this was my chance. I stepped in."So, where are you coming from?" I asked, attempting to make small talk."New York City." She answered as she rubbed her neck."City. Maine socha ki unko jaake bolu ki mujhe farmhouse dikhaye, aur ye soch kar main neeche aane lagi. Jab tak main neeche aayi, tab tak woh hall mein enter hue the.Main aage badh hi rahi thi ki tabhi Mausa ne Kiran aunty ko peeche se hug kar liya. Ye dekhte hi mere paon ne wapsi ka raasta pakad liya.Kiran aunty ne black leggings, aur pink t-shirt pehni hui thi. 52 ki umar thi unki, aur figure 36-34-40 ka tha. Leggings mein unki gaand zabardast lag rahi thi. Upar se unka gora doodh jaisa rang unko. She did that just in time, as shortly, with the sensation of her hand over my shaft, I came in spurts as I grunted and shouted, "Ahhh! Uhhh!" Finally, as my cum waves subsided, I flopped down on the 3-seater sofa, my head slightly spinning.As I recovered, mom said, "Well, not so much this time. I think we may be getting to find out your limits for a day."I looked over at the semen beaker and saw my cum was about half than normal. I sort of felt relieved, as it seemed to show my body did have a. That meant we would always have to pull out and cum somewhere all over her. I liked that. With T the sex was every day. When we woke up in the morning we would have a fast fuck before getting out of bed to get ready for work. Then sometimes for lunch we would come home and fuck for our lunch hour. In the evenings she’d be my whore and I’d fuck her doggy style, grab her hair, and slap that ass. I could feel her pussy squirting out her juices as her orgasm would take over her mind. Our sex.