. Us ka figure 32 28 34 ka tha.. M us try kr rha tha…Ek din sunday ko meri nisha aunty ka call aaya ki un ko shopping k liye jana h.Mere uncle job k...karan maximum bahar hi rhte h.Month m 1 ya 2 bar hi aate the.. So unhone mujhe shopping k liye bulaya. Yo m ready ho kr un k ghr gya or jese hi unhone gate khola to m unhe dekhta hi rh gya wo low cut wale blouse m blue saree m mast lag rhi thi.. Unhoe bola are jeet kha kho gya.Tb mene apne aap ko sambhala. Or ander gya.Me- bache kha h auntyAunty wo. Oh&hellip,Okay, that sounds like fun, I replied as I was checking my own wife out. She was looking especially hot that night with her hair fixed up really curly and sexy. She knew that was one of my favorite hair styles. Her lips had shiny lip gloss on and her makeup was flawless. She had on a low cut, red shirt which was stretched over her magnificent titties showing the outline of her lacy bra and allowing some huge cleavage. She had on a pair of tight, faded jeans with a rip in her knee. What had just happened was no **** of the mind or body. It had been a fantasy, a sensual culmination of two powerful people that she had tried to avoid for a long time. Xander had only done what she had wanted to be done to her…it was the only way she could accept a sexual union with him. She had convinced herself that the only way he would have her was if he had to take her and she had led him a merry chase until she had been caught in a web of her own making. That was what his mocking. I thought of her saying, “ Fook me, fook me hard, as if your life depended on it. It does, ye know.” I took the dress and the coins and hurried home. To be more accurate, I ran home like a bat out of hell. When I got there I made a cup of coffee and examined the coins. They were black with age, but they were definitely old Scottish coins. For a while in High school I collected coins and read up on all of them. The Scottish Ryals with Mary Queen of Scots’ likeness on one side and Lord Darnley’s.