Her eager fingers moved my thighs apart and began to quest for my clitty. I was by now wildly excited and curious as no girl had ever done this to me ...n my adult life. I moved one hand between her thighs and felt her wetness as I found her clit, I rubbed it gently causing her to moan and to increase her efforts on me. I looked up to see that both men were playing with their own cocks and had respectable hards on. She took my hand and guided me out of the car to the grass alongside. Her mouth. She has made her house gorgeous.Me: Aunty, you have great taste. You house is as beautiful as you are.Smitha : Thanks you.Me: Mention not Aunty jiSmitha: Hey! Do I really look like aunty to you.?Me: frankly no aunty. You look more hot than my gf.Smitha: oh really. Am I really more hot than your gf?Me: to be frank, yes you do aunty. Your husband must be lucky to find you as a wife.Smitha: Acha bachu!Btw if I don’t look like an aunty to you. Then why don’t you just call me smitha.Me: If you say. I was feeling amazing. Sameer was right. I was now enjoying everything. Then they changed their positions, and now Pratham started to fuck my mouth. That sensation was driving me crazy. It was as if I was fucking with three people.Then Pratham lay on his back and asked me to sit on his cock. I obliged at once and started moving up and down on his cock. Sameer came from the front and put his dick into my mouth. He held my untied hair together and started fucking my mouth. And now Pratham was. I did put it down of course, but I said.. I just saw it there and it had my name on it, wondered what the list was for. She picked up the list and stuffed it down inside her purse, giggled, tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned to walk away as she said, "Oh that's just the list of guys that I've fucked, I don't want to be one of those girls that can't remember who all she's fucked" I was sort of speachless, but had a rock hard boner holding the front of my pants out like a tent. She.