When she got up there was a wet spot on the couch, just like under me. I heard her open the frig and I took the opportunity to put my towel in my lap ...ith my hand. She was gone a minute or two and I was glad because I was playing catch-up. I felt her presents more than heard her and my hand froze just pressing that spot. I felt her hands start kneading my neck, I just froze. Her hands slid down my chest and then around the sides of my breasts. I could feel her lift up, taking their weight off. Her husband was so ugly and irritating. Sometimes I used to feel pity on her. I never crossed the line of our relationship until one day……That day, I went to her house to visit Gopal (her son/my friend). Rupa aunty opened the door and welcomed me inside. No one was at home that time. There was silence in the living room and aunt broke the silence by asking my studies. Q/A continued and when I asked her about her husband she was depressed and changed the subject by asking me for a cup of coffee.. Their dreams, their goals, their "curiosities" as they'd called them."I'm already late enough as it is," he informed her heading towards the door. Turning just in time to see the very real look of frustration on her face. "Wear that sexy black little cock-tail dress I got you last year," he said grinning. Waited long enough to catch her smile, and then left for work.Even at the shop Chris tried pressing Steve for details. But he was as closed mouth about whatever it was he had planned as he had. Dylan had risen to ride JK’s ass, his feet were inside the JK’s knees and he was thrusting with a renewed force and pace of motion in and out of JK’s ass while his fingers played with JK’s hairy chest and his swollen nipples; responding to repeated demand of JK asking Dylan to fuck him harder and rough. Soon JK was massaging his revived cock with one hand and squeezing his asshole much tighter on Dylan’s shaft, indicating that he was close to cum and yelled much louder at Dylan to fuck him.