Main aram se tael aur vaseline laga ungli andar bahar nikalne laga. Ek ungli aram se jane lagi to fir main 2 dalne laga.Kavita aunty: Mmmm… ufff… ...itna dal rahe ho.Main: Aap aram se rahiye, 2 ungli dal raha hun. Iske baad 3 dalunga.Aunty apne gand mein mere dono ungli kasti hui boli: Teen!Main: Offo, ab aise daro mat, 3 ungli se mota hai mera lund uske liye apki ched ko taiyaar karni hogina. Aur main bola na aap bas tab mujhe rokiyega jab aapko dard ho. Chalo dheela karo ab.Aunty apni ghabrahat. Eventually the sway would slow and her hips would push back with the same gentle movements. My length would take perhaps a minute or two to disappear into her. We would hold this position for quite some time, neither of us moving, my penis throbbing deep inside her anus. I suspect this was painful to start. I also suspect pain receded to pleasure as her hips eventually began to gyrate. The gyration would progress to a motion that allowed me to slide in and out of her, increasing in thrust. It was more like a cupboard. Ever the gentleman, Lee made himself scarce, he said the group would be arriving in ten minutes and suggested I be out on the stool in my robe as they arrive, so it's not so much a shock that way. You get used to the class that way. He went through the poses I'd do and made sure I was comfortable and still okay about it all. "You don't have to if you don't want to." he said at least three times but I'd come this far.He left me to it and closed the door. How strange. It was not really made from marble, for if it was it would have been stained, shattered and chipped away bit by bit long ago. It had defied though the machinations of man and had stood throughout time as immaculate as it must have been once first laid out.It was a sleek, shiny white-gray road that felt cold to the touch but also fine and delicate, like glass-work. There it was: unbreakable, unyielding, unscathed by time, man, and nature. A foreign body so exquisitely crafted that it was indeed.