“Please, just fuck me!” she pleaded.I licked her ear and backed off on her pussy a touch. “No, not until you tell me what you want me to do to y...u.” She whimpered and tried to twist out of my grasp, to get in bed, but I held her tight. “Do you want me to lick your pussy? Do you like that?” I gave her clit a vigorous rub for a second.She barely stifled a scream and then nodded. “Yes!”“Do you swallow?”It took her a second to understand me, and her eyes opened wide, but she nodded, and whispered,. I actually love smooching. Then I went a bit lower and removed her pallu aside. Her waist was the perfect one I saw till date. I was mad just by looking at it. I kissed it, licked her belly button and played with it. Slowly I went up and was removing the hooks of her blouse while kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to me totally. Then I saw her boobs beautifully wrapped in a black bra. It was making her look even sexier. I started licking her shoulders while removing. Aunty ki age 49 years thi aur woh kafi sexy thi. Us ki gand ka tou jawab nahi tha jab woh chalti tou aisa lagta jaise invitation de rahe ho ke bas abb chod dalo. Mai aunty ke sath kafi frank tha aur un ko fuck karne ke hiwale se kafi intrested tha magar kabhi koi aisa moqa naa mila tha. Phir aik din subha subha aunty mere ghar aye aur mere ghar walon se ijazat talab ki ke us ne faisalabad shaadi main jana hai. Aur car chalane wala koi nahi hai tou iss liye mujhe woh sath lee jaye. Mere ghar. Her lips sloped into a crooked smile, she sat with her legs crossed, arms spread wider than Jesus as she leaned back into the cushion. She was translucent as last night, but brighter than before, glowing, phosphorescently. This time she was clothed, in the white blouse and blue jeans she’d worn the day of her execution.“They shot me dead. But you shot life inside me, dear,” she spoke, and a bluish mist puffed from her mouth, accompanied her words.“Are you real?” I asked and a rattling, buzzing.