Aunty ki fig 36 32 38 he unki gand mast bhari hui juicy aaahh sochkehi mera loda hard ho jata he. Unka flat hmare mausi ke flat se bagal me aur mera m...usi ke yaha ana jana rehta tha esliye sonal aunty bhi muze aacchese janti thi.Muze sonal aunty daily dikhati thi me unse hi hello kr diya krta tha. Me unhe bohot respect deta tha aur buri najrse nahi dekhta tha. Mene iss padhna shuru kiya tha aur muze aunty aur merese badi umar wali aurte bahot aacchi lgti he.Ek din subah me utha aur muze class. He motioned a hand towards his belt. I quickly and quietly unfastened his jeans as he scooted his chair in closer to the desk. My heart began to race. Would we be caught and what would happen if we were? I was slow to unzip his jeans in fear of being to loud. Then I pulled them down just passed his hips. He wasn’t wearing underwear so his long penis and big ball sack were immediately exposed for my eyes to see. I hadn’t expected it to be this big. My lust him burned bright and my pussy. He was narrating an incident that had taken place during the meeting in New York. Fiona tried to listen because it was a funny story, but she kept looking across the table at Nick and thinking about how much she appreciated him, how thankful she was to be with him now. In the middle of his story, she stood up and crawled into his lap. ‘Baby?’ Nick brushed back her hair. ‘What is it?’ ‘Nothing. I just missed you. I love you so much.’ But he knew her better than that. He tilted her chin up and. But the atmosphere in that house that night was so sexually electric and my brain could only think of sex, that I wanted a cock up me badly. Looking back I am convinced the woman had this all planned in her mind previously. She wanted to witness me being fucked for the first time and she asked that her husband be the first to do so. God that woman was a randy sexually depraved woman. And I loved her. She got out a tube of tooth-paste from her handbag and said, "We will use this as lubrication..