Maine dekha ki us din mausi mjhe b badi maadak nazaron se dekh rhi thi aur sirf saari hi lappet kr rakhi thi jisse ki mjhe unka poora badan saaf dikh ...ha tha.Raat me jab hum log sone k liye lete to maine badi jaldi sone ka natak kiya waise b mausi ko koi fark nhi pad rha tha mere sone ka cz unhone letne k thodi der baad hi wo saari b hata di thi aur dusri taraf karwat badal kr ungli ragad rhin thi shayad unse intzaar nhi ho rha tha, ye mjhe uski gaand dekhKr saaf pta chal rha tha uska poora. I raised my hips to meet each of his thrusts. I began my first of many orgasms. Wave after wave of emotion swept over me. I bucked and moaned loudly. My head was swinging back and forth. He started to cum. He slammed inside and held it there as he came. I could actually feel each squirt as he filled my pussy. I was a wild woman moaning and trying to squeeze his cock with my pussy. Finally he flopped down on top of me. He stayed there until his cock slipped out and got off. I was. Roger put his hands on my tits and played with my pale, pink nipples as I rode myself to orgasm on his cock. When I’d cum I slipped off Roger and lay on my back on the bed. Roger climbed on top of me and spread my legs, quickly slipping his cock inside me. He braced himself with his arms then began to slide his cock in and out of my slippery pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my hands on his bum pulling him into me. Roger spread his legs and I felt my long fingers slip between. It seemed so familiar, yet so different. It was the house where I spent the bulk of my years growing up. We moved in when I was six and my parents started teaching at the university. It’s a big house with four bedrooms and more than enough space for anyone who wanted to live under its roof. My brother was long gone, his job with an aerospace company seemed to be weathering the plunging economy well. In some ways, the war in Iraq was a boon to his work designing and building laser guidance.