I took her hand and kept it on my penis,she took away and I again put them on my penis.This time she kept it still and started exploring my dick.She i... inspecting my penis and balls meanwhile I removed her saree and kept my hands on her beautiful melons,they are so smooth and big, I was squeezing her boobs over blouse and startedUnhooking the hooks of blouse one by one.She was wearing a black bra and her boobs are popping out of her bra,even though she is wearing a bra 70% of her boobs are. From then on I knew I had to get to know her so that I can fuck her.So I started slowly. Helping her with books. Talking to her in private. Chat with her. Make her laugh and what not. But she never seemed to pick up the vibe. Eventually I gave up on her. I stopped talking to her and chatting with her. She finally approached me and asked what was wrong and I told her nothing.One day in class she got my attention again. She dropped some chalk and turned around, bent over and picked it up. The. Aunty tied the sari below till her navel and she also had a temporary navel ring which was shining. When I asked her about the shiny thing aunty laughed and all of a sudden took my hand and kept on her smooth fair navel skin and asked me did you recognize what was that. For which I smiled. Since the AC effect was too high both me and aunty felt the warmth when I felt her stomach. So the heat developed and slowly our hands were one in one.Aunty started open up that she was never touched by her. If you are astute at reading people she doesn’t have to say a word. Her emotions (and actions) are never revealed verbally to me as I fuck her sloppy seconds afterwards. But you know. You know she really enjoys his cock (more). I have never received that kind of attention to my cock from her. Her blowjobs, to me, are quick and ‘matter of fact,’ never longer than a few minutes. That’s fine, and humiliating. She doesn’t touch my short cock like his. I love it. I love the second side of.