A little introduction to my life. I am 24 years old and I live in Bangalore, India. I work for a reputed MNC in Bangalore. Although I do not have an a...hletic body, I have maintained a good shape. I will not bore you guys by telling more about myself.This is an incest story and this story will be told in different parts. So, please bear with me and enjoy it. Coming to the heroine of the story. My aunt Sukanya (name changed) is 44 years old as of now. We are a joint family. Me, my parents, my. "When will they ever learn," she sighed."But coming back isn't good enough," he said. "The other degenerates here will think I put you up to it." You do seem like the sort that'd pull something like that." Don't I? I know. I would too, I just didn't think of it earlier." He stroked his beard, pretending to be deep in thought. "No, though, what I think we need to do is, you know, trade phone numbers and that way I can call you and you can verify the story."Piper smiled wryly at him. "Hmm," she. But, I had promised her I would come over for a visit. Alright, I was horny but loved Stacey too much to simply ditch her for a stranger. I continued on, walked up the three stairs of her porch, reached for the doorbell when the front door swung inward revealing Stacey in a skirt that I can only describe as a wide belt. Her T-shirt did not even cover her chest. I could see the bottom of her tits (from my view) and there was no bra at all! ‘Hey sexy! Come on in for sit a spin!’ Stacey was. One of them was to pinch tight the tip of the foreskin while sitting on the toilet and letting my pee fill and expand my foreskin capacity until the pressure exploded through my hand.And so it was on that particular morning, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, already empty of pee and with a stretched foreskin. There was also some unfinished business from the night before. I had gone to bed in a mood for some masturbation and fallen asleep. The stickiness had of course been washed away by.