“Alone…” I gasped out and quickly took off all my clothes, dug out my baggiest shirt I owned and put a pillow under it. I posed in the mirror, ...magining what it would be like to be pregnant, but it just looked silly stretched because all my shirts were just too small to give a convincing image. Thinking then that Mom was gone, and she had me, so she must still have at least one maternity item of clothing left, I quickly ran downstairs to her bedroom and sneaked in, even though I knew she. I turn her around onto all fours and looking over athim I slide it in her pussy, slowly at first, thenramming her faster and faster, listening to her screamsof pleasure.He’s leaning forward watching us intently, strokinghis wonderful manhood, I lean on her back and grabher tits in my hands while I look into his dark eyes…I can feel the texture of her warm tits as I massagethem… as I’m fucking her with the dildo… grabbingand pulling them, driving her crazy…. My hight is 5ft…aur muje merried aunty ke sath sex karne ka bahot shokh hai lekin aj tak wo pura nai ho saka ..kyu ki wo bahut hi garam hoti hai aur uske sex karne ki bahot maja ati hi .. jo mene dekha bahut hai.. ye story meri family ke hai.. jo me 3 years ka tha tab se dekhata hu mene apko bola hai ne meri family me ab 3 log hai bt pahle jab 4 log the tab ki ye story hai.. this is my real story.. please trust me my lovely aunty..if any aunty &any widow women would you like sex with me so. He had plenty of disposable income and seemed happy to spend it on me through flowers, dinner, drinks and the taxi to his home. I felt like he had a world of experience under his belt… and under his boxers for that matter and yet, he seemed reserved as he held the door open to his home. I walked ahead to the open plan kitchen and he offered me a drink, and I gladly accepted water and ice, feeling aware that he still had not kissed me yet. He went to take off his jacket in his bedroom and I.