She was scared as she never imagined a guy in a girls’ washroom. Vidhi could here weird sounds which she had no idea about.She opened the door slowl... and saw a girl sitting nude on the washroom slab and nude guy sucking her nipples. She was stunned and couldn’t move as she had never seen such a thing in her life (not even a porn clip). Vidhi was scared, sweating and still as a statue but she kept watching.The guy was sucking her nipples and squeezing the other boobs. The girl was holding his. Me ab samjhi (haste huye) par tum itna sharma kyu rahe ho, tum logo ki umr me ye sab to normal hai.Ye kehke ab aunty mere bagal me beth gayi or meri jaangh par haath rakhte huye boli- kyu raghav, tum nahi jaate apni gf k saath (smile)Me- nahi aunty meri gf nahi he.Aunty- me ye baat maan hi nahi sakti, agar nahi bataana chahte toh mat batao par ye baat toh muje pata hai saaf jhoot hai.Me- aunty yahi sach hai, par reason me aapko nahi bata sakta. Thoda vulgar cheez se related hai.Aunty- are koi. Taking in every detail of her beautiful midriff going up to her beauitful breasts they were point up towards the sun making her wet skin glissen.My cock was throbbing with the contant pleasure given off her beautifull tight pussy It felt like the most fabulas release, as the waves crashes against us she looked down at me and gave me that same look again. she then grabbed my hand and ran it up and down her body and start biting her lip. it was stunning.I'm glad I sat with you on the train now". The next morning I came downstairs, while he was still asleep upstairs in my bed. I was so full of shame I felt like bursting into tears. What had I done!, Whom could I turn to, Whom could I tell? How could I explain what had made me let my own f******n year old son fuck me? How could I ever admit to anyone the pleasure and satisfaction I took from being fucked be my own son? I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. As I sat there at the kitchen table I heard him get up and go to.