Aunty ka humare ghar pas pas the jis karan wo humare sath achha ghul-mil gayi thi. Aunty jyada tar saree me bahar jati thi par ghar maxi me rehti thi ...ur ander kuch nahi pehen the maxi ke. Wese aunty thi bohot badi chudakkar, uski chut me lund ki khujli bohot hoti thi. Pure moholle me uski chudaai ke charche the.Meri ek aadat thi ke jab bhi ghar par me akela rehta tha toh nanga ho kar rehta tha, ek do baar muth marna phir nanga nahana aur ghar lock kar ke ye sab karta tha.Ab sabko jayda bor na. "There's no occasion, I just wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I love you. That's all!" I answered. We had a nice dinner then sat by the fire for some small talk, wine and cuddling. She then walked down the rose peddle path and got into the bathtub where there were candles light and yes, more wine. As I waited for her to return, I stripped down and got into bed hoping I would not blow the mood with what I was about to try. What happened next was not part of the plan! She. "Sarge was smiling and ready to take full command. Walking briskly in their direction, he looked determined. "We eat. Dinner will be served in one hour. You go Zelda's room ... wash and get ready," he said to Michelle. "Husband and I will chat."Rodney felt trapped. Sarge's blackmail had worked to perfection in the beginning enabling the man to gain control over Michelle and himself. Now it seemed too late to turn back especially after his wife had been held hostage in Sarge's village. Rodney. I would make him pull off his own pants and make him make himself hard, by himself, and entice me, entreat me with his goods. His goods are good, but dammit I would make him! Oh. Thinking about his goods made my goods tingle. I gently scratched that tiny itch for just a second. And, Oh. “Baby, you better wake up or I’m starting without you.” I’ve threatened to start without him before, in jest, and he’d say he’d like to see that and I’d attack him anyway. Not this time, though. I walked into.