He was standing there with the water running down his body. His browncurls were plastered to his head, his eyes were sparkling with hidden mischief,an... his mouth was quirked into a little smile. I followed the flow of waterdown his body just to take him all in. He had muscles, they weren’t bulginglike a weightlifter or something but it was clear he was athletic. I took myfingers and ran them down from his neck feeling his pecs and down to his to hisabs were I ran my hands around the outline of. Ye sun to bas mere andar current daud gayi. Main apni choot ke daane ko halke se cheeti kaati saham uthi. Kya sachme ab Rahul apni maa ko chodhega? Kya woh apna lund uski maa ki choot mein ghusaega? Main pagal hone lagi apni choot ko ragadti hui aur jaana chahti thi ki aage kya hoga.Aunty apne ghutno ke bal sofe par uthi aur waise hi Rahul ke taraf peet dikhati hui mud gayi. Palat kar use dekhti hui uske muh par ek halki si thapad maari. Samne ko jhukti hui Rahul ko gand dikhakar kutiya bani. "Mmm. Do you like women’s feet?" I ask. Opening up, he says with a little chuckle, "yeah I’ve got a serious foot fetish." We both share a little laugh "Me too, would you want to see them closer?" With a pause that implies that he’s not sure what I mean, I switch to soaping up my other leg for him and I interrupt the silence and say "If you had a woman’s feet to play with what do you like to do to with them?" He hesitates and I reassure him, "it‘s ok to tell me, I mean, you’ve seen my painted. If you don't count I'll just hit you again. Okay?"I choose to interpret her eye rolling as agreement and begin. Swinging the belt with only moderate strength, I deliver a rather soft blow to her ass. She does not react. Hm. I wait a couple of seconds, but still no reaction. Maybe she forgot to count? Oh well, she will remember soon enough. I hit her again, with a bit more strength. And again."Erm ... you do know that you have to count, right?" Oh, yeah, great, I wish I could do the one-eyebrow.