Woh project mein main bhi jaake unke saath baith gaya. Par mera dhyan wahin tha ke aunty number daalti hai ya nahi. Kareeb 10-15 minutes baad main bah...r aaya dosto ko bolke ke bathroom jake aata hu. Aur main kitchen mein gaya to mera phone wahin pada tha jaha maine chod ke gaya tha.Maine aunty ko dekha to woh kitchen mein nahi thi. Maine apna phone khola to usme number tha. Main khush hua ke aunty ne number de diya. Aur tabhi aunty aayi peeche se aur boli ke phone yaha wahan nahi chod ke jaate. Her tongue knew all the right spots to give me pleasure, and I wanted to give more to her too.She stood up, pushed her jeans off, raised her t-shirt up above her wonderful breasts, and stood before me. I reached out to her, putting my hands on her waist I pulled her closer, she stepped to me, one leg on each side of my thighs, and when close enough, lowered herself onto my hardened shaft guided by her hand to be sure it found the mark. I slid farther down on the seat to allow her to easily. My aunt name is Sarala and height 5.6 heavy build. She is from village so nice build and tough lady. She was around 40 that time. She was very attractive I will not say she was very beautiful but very attractive. Her assets where damn good. Her figure was 38 30 40. Very huge and round ass. I always fascinated about her ass. I always wanted to touch those. Many times I went to her house she use to wear sari and blouse at home no bra. Couple of times I saw her glimpse of her boobs from side trans. The open space of the guesthouse was remarkably decorated for a desolate place like this. An old showed up and took our luggage and lead the way towards our room. The room was capacious with jungle flowers peeping us through the open windows. The air caressed her cheeks and her hairs fell on her face. I was staring at the sight as the caretaker brought me to my consciousness. He dropped our luggage and went down to cook our lunch. I asked niki to freshen up & then we wud do some sightseeing.