He let his thoughts wander to her pussy hair and just how thick it actually was and if she trimmed it like most of the younger girls did these days.St...ll, he followed her to the stairwell if for no other reason than to watch her hips and buttocks sway as she climbed the stairs directly in front of him. Bye the time they reached the fourth floor, he was as hard as a rock and wishing she wasn't married to a cop at the nearby precinct. They entered her spotless apartment and she paused right. Her pinkish colour was making horny. Her boobs were well rounded. She noticed me and asked – what are you looking? I felt embarrassed and said – no.. Nothing. Aunty smiled and said – you are lying. I noticed that you were seeing something. I said – yes. You are beautiful and your boobs are so hot.Aunty said – do you want to touch it? I was really lucky that day friends. Whom I wanted to fucked since long. She was offering herself to me. I kept my hand on her lap. She moaned on my touched and. ‘Clare?’ ‘Mm so near, Andrew. So very near.’ ‘Come for me, Clare. Come you lovely slut. Let me hear the burning sob of your desire.’ He pushed into her as deep as he could and then withdrew, just leaving his cock-head nesting in her tightness. And then repeated the gesture, creating excruciating feelings in the woman. ‘Oh fuck I am going to, Andrew. I want to be your ass slut…cunt slut…your wanton hot girl.’ He reached round to her tits and cupped her, squeezing and feeling her big heart. I was just wondering,’ he answered with a shrug. ‘I don’t know, actually. I asked him about it earlier, and he just kind of brushed it off and said he was fine. So… he could be fine, or he could be hurting. He’ll talk to me when he’s ready to. He’s all mushy on the inside like you, but he’s a lot harder on the outside.’ ‘Yeah. I guess I’m just a big pile of mush,’ he agreed. ‘You kind of are,’ she giggled. ‘He’s here, though, because my mom likes us to have Family Dinners on Sundays. I mean,.