Kutte … Kamine …. Panchod ….. Aa aa huh …..Ooo ooo ….. Omg …. Aaaaaa or aunty nee mare balo ko pakad ke mare muh aapne chut me ghused nee ...giFir maine kareeb 15 mint tk suck krne ke baad aunty se bola mare kapde utaro or boh sirf bra me the toh maine aunty ka ek boobs etne jor se dabaya ke aunty ne mare thapad lga diya or boli kutte etne jor se mt dabba sb tera he ha toh maine gusse me aake jaldi se uske bra faad di then aunty ne kush nee bola or mare kapde utar ke mare puri body prr kiss ke ab. She told me to start cleaning every inch of her, and I gladly did so. Cupping her D cup breasts, massaging them from behind, flicking my fingers across her erect nipples. Then down, over hers hips and stomach, not missing a spot, "Keep going" she said, as I got to my knees and lathered the soap into the soft skin of her thighs. She leaned over, spreading her ass apart with her hands, saying "You missed a spot cumwhore, clean my fucking pussy and asshole with your tongue". I replaced her hands. That damn city phone, "Coast Guard. Yeoman Chartres." One moment, sir. I'll see if he's awake." He's been on duty all night." Sir?" Chartres whispered."Yes?" It's the District Game Warden, sir," the yeoman said."I'll take it in here, Yeoman," I said.The switch in connections took place, I picked up the phone."Ensign Olsen. This had better be important." Don't you people have boats of your own," I was reasonably pissed. This was uncalled for."I'll put it to you straight, Warden. Those kids are. I went back to the second bedroom where I had stolen the mattress from the night before, and grabbed the soft micro-fiber blanket off the floor. I gently and quietly threw the blanket over my two female companions to keep them from getting chilled. I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the frig. I felt a little gross, my skin felt coated with sex, and I needed a shower. The shower was large and rectangle shaped (approx 10’x4′) with a showerhead on each end. I knew I.