Brit, of course, ate slowly, either out of nervousness for the game they would play later, or more likely, just to tease Jeff by prolonging it as much...as possible.It wasn't anything obvious of course, nothing that Jeff could point to and tell her not to do. That was the most frustrating part; he had to just sit there silently, or with the occasional vague "hurry up."Eventually dinner did end, though. Brit headed upstairs to retrieve a deck of cards from her room, leaving Jeff and Rachael with a. Well you take it in. First with your eyes, then with your own face so close and then you m***** it with vigour.You gouge your tongue hard about and in and around Georgia’s receptively pinkly wet invitation. The trollop moans but you have the filthy desire to really find her limits and push them farther. You insert three fingers in her slit; deliberately, quickly and deeply. She is so friggin wet it happens easily. You know in the right mood you like it gentle and circling for yourself. None of. Aunty- haan par kaise me- aapko mere dad aur bhaiyaa se chudwaane mein koi prob to nhi hai n aunty- nhi tere ghar wale to mere ristedaar baane wale hai kaisi sharaam phir. Me- baas phir kaal aap taiyaar rehna mein aapko lene aaunga. Aunty- par teri ghar ki ladies..me- un randoo ka kya…..hum saab family sex karte hai aur unko rutz ke baare mein malum hai ki mein isko chodta huunnn…!!! ur mein isko waise bhi aaj apne ghar leke jaane wala tha aunty- matlab meri beti tumahre ghar mein bohot khush. I push the guilt down and consider the rest of the evening. I am going to have to act normally. I still feel the taste of her pussy on my lips. I quickly pull open the refrigerator and grab some orange juice. I pop open the top and take a deep drink. "I caught you," I suddenly hear my wife's voice from behind me.I cough hard feeling the orange juice trying to go down the wrong pipe. Putting down the jar I turn and look at my wife. She laughs. "Serves you right for drinking from the jar. I don't.