‘It’s so very nice to see you here, Celeste. How are you?’ her uncle said as they gathered for the tea. ‘I’m fine, thank you’ she gave hi... a warm smile. ‘Thomas is upstairs, sleeping. It’s such a pity he couldn’t greet you. He is awfully tired. You do remember Thomas, don’t you?’ her aunt asked in curiosity. ‘Yes, I do’ Celeste nodded. She did remember Thomas very well. They spent many a summer together, playing outside in the nearby meadows and by the stream. When they became old enough to. Let me introduce myself again I am Chandu I am 5feet 9 inches tall and handsome with well built sporty structure. Fathima was my father’s friend wife there were a Muslim middle class family and her husband is a hard worker .let me describe Fathima aunty she is gorgeous and her age was 39 now when I am small when I use to go to their home in evenings .it was a village and there were no tuitions and she use to teach us and she used to be very close with us .I use to sleep with her in her house. But _after_ she treated it to her adoration. She somehow got her index and thumb around the base of my shaft and rolled the remaining three digits over my tightening sack. She used them to tug at it almost as if I had instructed her. I _love_ when a girl pays attention to my balls and she clearly knew how to play with them without hurting me. She pulled my cock into her mouth until her fingers reached her lips. I don't know how much of that was actual deep throating but who cares...it felt like. A moment later Laura shuddered in her own orgasm. I slid out, pulled up my shorts and waited, arms crossed, holding the birch.Laura turned to look up at me, her eyes sparkling with the afterglow. Sinuously she extricated herself from Jenny's spread-eagled form and stretched to her full five-foot-six. She kept her eyes on mine as she slowly stripped off her blazer, then her skirt. Her regulation blouse was next. She unhooked her bra - white, lacy, sexy - and stood for a moment, hands on hips,.