Aur apne hatho se pi6e se hi unke mast mote boobs dabane lagad. Ragad ne laga…..ahhhh uhhhhhh shhhh…aunty k hatho me abhi bhi plate thi….. unhon... plate ko jor se pakad rakha tha…. fir thodi der baad aunty meri taraf ghum gai….aur hum lip kiss karne lage… me dono hatho se aunty ke boobs daba raha tha….. mera lund puri tarah se tan chukka tha… vo apne hatho se mere lund ko daba rahi thi… Fir mene aunty ki sari unchi kardi aur unko kitchen k plat form pe bitha diya.. aunty ne niche panty nahi. Her elbow was resting on the arm of the love seat where she was sitting, and her mouth was absently chewing on one of her fingers as her chin rested on her palm.Inside, Steve was ecstatic. He had always fantasized getting a hot chick to agree to be hypnotized. He would give her a post-hypnotic trigger to make her go under at any time. He'd make her do things to him, things she'd never agree to do if she were awake. He'd make her forget what she did, but she would have erotic dreams about it. Tentatively I took one step forward, raised a hand. “May I?” During the day I had felt all the dogs. From the short gleaming coat of the Great Dane to the fluffy, thick black fur of the big black dog. How would his fur feel? A werewolf.He nodded and I placed my hand on his chest. The black fur was long, softer that I had expected but I could still feel the human breast underneath. It was a weird sensation, a human torso covered with thick fur. Careful I let my hand trail down, felt the muscles. ”“Please, Tim. Please? Not another word. Okay?”I slumped back onto the couch. “Sure,” I replied, trying to hide confusion, exasperation, and a myriad of other emotions. “By all means. I’m afraid the food may not be hot any more.”“I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” she said quietly, righting her chair and sitting back down. “May I have a little more wine, please?”“Um ... of course.”As I poured her another glass, she reached down beside her and picked up her small, black purse. She fished around in it.