Aunt Jean lived on the West Coast, but she and mom would speak on the phone regularly -- at least once or twice a week, and also visit each other seve...al times a year. Aunt Jean lived on her own now, as her husband had died a few years back of a heart attack. They never had k**s. Mom was always asking aunt Jean to move closer to us, but she had got so used to where she was, she'd never made the move, so far at least.Then a thought hit me. "Err, mom... you haven't said anything to aunt Jean. Now back on his feet, Josh slowly positioned himself behind Carla. She arched her back in anticipation of his entrance. He stood behind her, teasing her as he rubbed his fat cock up and down her juicy snatch. “Oh fuck,” she wailed out as he slowly impaled her with his large member. Inch by inch, his long cock completely impaled her welcoming pussy. She felt his breath on her neck as he leaned over her, slowly thumping her with hard thrusts. Her thick, round rump rippled as he slammed into. Mein: “Tumhe kya chahiye ” uski aakhon mein dekh kar bola.Prachi chup thi, par abhi bhi wo mere bahun mein the.Aur Ulta usne ni hi mujhe pucha mere hoton ke paas apne hot la kar ” tumhe kya chaiye”Mein uske naram hoton pein kiss kiya jaise wo meri zindagi ka aakhari pal ho.Apne haaton ko azadi dete huwein maine uske stan ko sehlaya. bas kameez aur petticoat ki wajah se mein uske nipples ko pakad saka.uske dono boobs pe haat rakh ke maine kaha ” Mujhe zindagi bhar inhe dekhna na hai”Prachi ka. The tension is broken as we both laugh at our own awkwardness. Having broken the tension, we reach over for our glasses, taking another sip of the wine, we talk softly about the wine, and the room, there is no real meaning to the words that are spoken. After a sip of wine, we place the glasses back by the bottle. I gentle pull you up to a kneeling position, our noses millimetres apart. I can feel the warmth from your breath as you breath in and out. Gently tipping our heads to one side our.