I took a silk chocolate from fridge and applied to her boobs. Imagine a hardcore boobs with yummy silk, I can’t wait more and dodged to her boobs. I...sucked like a small kid and I made her boobs into lollipop and crushed them hard with hands. Maaya aunty took my chocolaty fingers and cleaned them in her mouth. Her expression while licking my hands was like getting a hot boy after long gap of sex days. When she was busy in licking my fingers I had buried my face in her boobs and played with. I didnt know what he was doing there, but I soon found out. I was introduced to him and he told me how he had seen me about and quite liked me, I didnt know where it was going until my boyfriend put on some music and told me to dance for them. I danced for my boyfriend a lot and was quite thrilled at doing it for a stranger, so I danced in my miniskirt, top and heels, even flashing my bum and my knickers from the front. Then my boyfriend told me to strip, I wasn't sure but I was quite enjoying. She longed for oblivion, and then, as she fell for perhaps the dozenth time, she suffered a new and sickening torment. As she looked up, the sweat pouring from her, panting, from her position kneeling in the road, she saw Tom, the miller?s son, a boy of around nine she had taught and helped look after following the death of his mother. He stood with his father, a coarse, brutish man, his mouth open in glee, pointing at her. ?Look at her tits, dad,? he said. ?Look at them dance.? She closed her. Then hand in hand she led me back to the bed and held out her right breast inviting me to return to suckling her delightfully elongated nipples. I noticed as I returned to sucking that mum now openly allowed her left hand to slide down to her cunt and slightly opening her legs she began to stroke the slit that formed her cunt.Pausing from sucking I asked what she was doing and lovingly she said she was strumming. Puzzled I asked what strumming was and she said be honest baby; have you never.