Mera to wohi lund khara ho geya.Shaiba aunty ne smile karke boli andar v aoge ya yenhi dekhte rahoge? Fir main andar geya.Unhone boli aao bedroom main...Main bola direct bedroom?Shaiba boli kiu masti nehi karni keya?Fir main bed pe behtha.And hum cold drink pine lage.Main to bas unke boobs dekhe hi ja raha tha.Ise dekh kar wo boli itna mat dekho.Pehle mujhe jo dekhni hay wo dikhao.Ye bolke shaiba aunty ne mujhe bed pe dhakel dia.And mera shirt and pant utarne lagi.Mere underware k upar se khade. Than my stepfather called me into the livingroom. He told me there, with my mom, that he planned for us to go huntingdown in North Carolina, a few hours away. I told him I didnt likehunting, that I never had. My mom than speaks up and says that getting outof the house, just the 2 of us would be for the best, that I needed tostart acting a little more like a son, and adleast try to spend sometime with my step dad. There was no further discussion. The following day he got me up early. I saw chocolate brown nipples and a prim bush down below. I like dat she kept it hairy and natural,it worked for her. My eyes were burning holes in her pussy,cuz I was lookin and salivatin with purpose. A pretty smirk crosses her face as she smiles with pleasure at my reaction and my dick throbs as I try to control him so that he rose just enough to create a nice looking bulge in my sweats. Her eyes lit up when this happened and she briskly walks over and passionately starts kissing me;sucking. She ran her hands down over her breasts and noticed a button on one side and realized she could button the top together at her breasts if she wanted. She tried it, looking in the mirror to see the effect, then undid it because it didn’t make her feel like she was sexy enough that way. Xenia walked back and forth in front of the mirror, watching the way her breasts jiggled, the way her butt wiggled and making sure you couldn’t see anything peeking out under the incredibly short skirt. The skirt.