Meri chachi ka rang bhut gora tha badan bilkul makhan ke jaisa sorry mai unka naam to btana bhool hi gya unka naam jashan tha chachi ki height 5 feet ... inch thi wo ghar mei v bhut tight kapde pehnti unka nature v bhut gusse wala tha sab unse bhut darte the jaha tak ke chacha v muje woh bhut sexy lagti thi mai kayi baar unke baare mei soch soch kr muth mar chuka tha par meri kabhi himmat v nhi hoyi unse kuch bolne ki jab chacha kaam Pe chale jate aur mai colage aur meri behn school to chachi. When I looked back up there was an old man sitting at my table. He was maybe five feet tall. Bald, wrinkled all over with white wire eyebrows that shot straight out about an inch over eyes in an ugly tangled mess. His ears were too small for his head. ‘Hello,’ I said. ‘Something of a Casanova, are you?’ He asked. His voice was high-pitched with an obscene wheedling quality to it. I didn’t like him, or trust him one little bit. ‘Who are you?’ He chuckled, ‘Call me Tiny,’ he said, as if it were. I felt it sliding between her pee wet pussy lips and I felt her inner muscles starting the massage. We were standing there and she gave me pleasure and seemed to enjoy it herself and I didn’t have the feeling I was doing anything. So it took only a few seconds till I felt unable to hold my load back. It was less what mum was doing but the whole situation. I got fucked by my own mum who’s pee I just drank standing in a dressing room in a really noble boutique while Aileen was running around. I was astonished at Indira’s skimpy bra which barely concealed her breasts and Aunty Bala’s which seemed to be too small for her substantial boobs. Sitting down, the girls crossed their arms over their chests and crossed their legs hoping to protect their modesty. I did note, however, the furtive glances the women threw my way and their squirms of embarrassment.It was now time for me to go in for the kill. Four bras were lost. Ma Sunita and Aunty Bala squealed in dismay and Indira and Chandra.