The princess of the story in Pushpa aunty, the most perfect aunty I have ever seen. She is my friends mother and our very good family friend and would...always be very warm to me. Little did I know her intentions :PSo let me describe Pushpa aunty. She had a body to die for. The perfect boobs, which if you ever see you would just wanna fuck her hard and her ass was round like a ball. She looked extremely sexy in saree’s (Yes I fucked her in a saree too). So recently, since I have always been good. In milliseconds I was pinned to the ground and he was pouring the left over cream and chocolate over me in a line from my throat, between my breasts and over my stomach. Everything remaining was poured over my groin, to run and drip freely wherever it felt like flowing. It took me a couple of seconds to adjust to the change, from long and slow to this maniacal assault. Before I had he was on top of me, rolling in the cream and chocolate, spreading it with his body as he laughed, kissing me. I think we need it.” Solace responded with a grimace. They had returned from a walk in the Central Park Zoo where Rosanna had described, in animated and colorful detail, the antics of the animals. This had touched Solace’s heart. She and Jessie had visited the zoo often , but they were usually so engrossed in discussing some aspect of their lives, that they paid little attention to the cute creatures. “I’ve got to pick up my suit, but I’ll call you when I’m coming over, okay?” Rosanna said,. Harry Grimes lay in bed, resting between Kelly's legs, his head between her breasts, and enjoyed the sensation of Carol's ass around his cock. She was slowly gliding up and down on him, periodically squeezing his dick, pausing to enjoy an orgasm of her own every so often. It was a tradition for them on Mondays, a quiet time for the two of them. Kelly held him, or held Carol when he was able to be on top, but otherwise even Camille was banished from the bedroom. Afterwards, Carol would bring.