I felt you reach down and guide my still slick cock to your swollen entrance. I heard a moan escape both our lips as your lips stretched to accommodat... my size. We were both too turned on to last long now. I pressed my manhood into you and felt you pushing against me. Slowly we began to move against each other. Your abused little pussy began squeezing me once again, so strongly, that it felt like you were distorting my shape. I felt myself grow even more swollen and hard as my cock head popped. Nothing. Tonight something happened that surprised me. YOU are what happened. You surprised me. Your words to me were sensuous and seductive, they carried my imagination to places I didn’t think I would let myself go, and you evoked the most vivid images in my mind. But you never asked me what I looked like. You didn’t ask me about my sexual tastes. You didn’t even really inquire into my “situation” – in short, our chat was so unlike all the others I have had. In short, you didn’t sound like. She has big tits and perfect ass. I call her “Chachi” as she is elder than me. Last week her mom (my mom’s sister) called my mom and told that they are going somewhere and Sruthi will be alone at home for 3 days. She asked whether it would be convenient for me to go and stay with her. I was happy because I was having holiday for 4 days.And I knew Chachi would not have class for 2 days(Saturday and Sunday). I went to her home on Friday. That day her parents had left for the journey soon after I. In the home she grew up in, she never understood what was so special about Christmas. Her family went to church and everyone talked about it being the day their savior was born, a day for peace on Earth and good will toward men, a day of warmth, love, giving, and togetherness. People talked about having "Christmas Spirit" but Aileen didn't know what that was either.Even though they went to mass on Christmas Eve, had a Christmas tree, most of the time even with a few presents underneath, and mom.