"Samuel, we both know better. You're the only man I've been with in over two years." She looked at me realizing we never have talked about her sex lif...."Tom and I had too much to drink one year and he said we belonged together and wanted to try and get on good terms. It only lasted till he got what he wanted. I never let him touch me again after that. No one has till we were together." The only other reason I won't marry you is if you can look me in the face and tell me you don't love me. I'll. Happy Reading!Hi. I’m Aarav. I’m 18 years old and I live in Delhi with my parents. This story is about me and my mausi (Maternal aunt). So, let me tell you about her. Her name is Sonali. She’s 32 years old and has a wheatish complexion. Her height is 5″3 and mine is 5″7. She has an amazing figure of 34-30-36. She looks really beautiful, hot and sexy. Especially her breasts and ass are something that anyone would always crave for. She lives at a distance of 1 km from our home in a 1 BHK flat.. She cried out my name as she rode my fingers. I stood and lifted her easily into my arms – she couldn’t be more than 100 lbs! I felt so blessed that this woman was to be my first in so long. I carried her over to the bed and, throwing the sheets aside, laid her in the centre of the king sized bed. I found some candles in the bedside table (blackouts were so common in this city that all hotels supplied several candles and holders along with matches in case of emergencies) and lit them to better. Then she wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled. ‘Bless you,’ she whispered. I pushed my cart to the exit and walked out. I could buy material later. Tears gathered on my eyelashes. Maybe this challenge wouldn’t be so difficult after all. I couldn’t wait to see who the next recipient would be. Giving the money away became easier each time. Everywhere I went I saw someone who looked as if they needed something to make them smile. Yet I wasn’t always sure they fit the criteria. I needed to be.