“I think you should stay, Rakesh,” I said. “But, Aunt… I… I can’t!” the boy protested. “I really must insist, Rakesh. We have to talk....I have to explain a few things to you,” I said firmly. “Arjun, I have to talk with your brother for a while. Do you think you could go to your room until I call for you? It shouldn’t take long, darling.” “But, Aunt!” Arjun grumbled, looking down at his hard on. “Just keep that thing hard and ready for me when I call you,” I whispered in Arjun’s ear.“Okay, Aunt,”. 'How's it going with Rob?' I asked more out of politeness'OK' she lied'Any chance of a final shag?' I asked, more in hope than expectation.Katie crossed the room and pulled me close to her. There was no furniture in the house as we both fell to the floor still kissing. I pulled down her jeans and pants burying my face between her tall legs. My tongue pushed inside her moist pussy toying with her welcoming clit. I kicked off my shoes, pulled down my trousers and tossed my boxers across the bare. With Cherry pulling against him the seam finally gave way, ripping half way up the side. One final tug and the shirt split right up to the arm. The ripping sound coincided with Dave's dick spasming and shooting its load down Sharon's throat. With eyes closed she continued to pump the spurting rod that was fucking her mouth, swallowing as much of the fluid it squirted there as she could. She rode out the rough treatment her clothing and mouth sustained until Dave finally stopped bucking into her. Apparently, mom complained to dad.One day he brought me a pair of pretty used up pink panties he claimed some girl had lost them out of her rolled up towel on the way home from the swimming pool. He told me not to use mom’s any more. The used panties were smooth enough that I could jerk off pretty successfully. I worked hard not to get scum on them because I couldn’t rub against crusty panties. I started doing my own laundry so I could wash the jack off panties whenever they needed it.When I.