What did I read? What did I listen to? He seemed particularly fascinated when I told him about listening to music when I paint and Kate had to relate ...he story of me painting the mural and how she’d watched me for hours. I had no idea how long she had watched me. She carefully told the story, though, without mentioning the actual subject of the mural. I don’t think she fooled her mother.By midafternoon, we were visiting neighbors and I’d been introduced to pretty much everyone who lived in the. I then felt her red finger nails on the tip of my cock. She scooped off some pre-cum and then licked her finger nail. I then bite down on her hard nipple causing her to jack my cock harder. I wanted to last longer but it was no use. I erupted in her hand in just 4 minutes. I just felt my cock keep shooting white goo in the air. I could hear it fall on the brown leather of the couch.“Fuck! Does it ever stop?” said My Aunt. I smiled. A few minutes later she was shoving my half erect cock. Chut ki darar main beech-beech main kabhi jibh chalata to kabhi rokkar sath sath mai anguli bhi phansa deta to masti main buri tarah baichain si ho uthti thee wo apni.ChUt ko uchhaal uchhal kar mere mun’h par dabaate hue choot chuswaane par utar aayee thee. “ue..aie.. naheen.. ee. main.. naheen.. aaye.e.. ye. kya.. aaiii.. mar… jaaunnggiii raaajjjaa. aahh. daannaaa mat chosso ji.. uufff… aahh nahin .. aj chhodma mut aur jor se chuso na plzzzzzzzzz..”mai ne socha ki agar thodi hi der aur choot. “By all means my child, if you really like it” he replied, freeing his penis from the clutches of his hands. I took his fat, plump and long penis in my hand and squeezed mildly. It was still soft and limp but started turning hard with the touch of my soft palms.“Dad, if you don’t mind, can I taste it?” I asked hesitantly. “Well, it’s your privilege my child. I will let you taste mine and if you don’t mind I would like to taste yours” dad agreed happily staring at my naked boobs. I moved towards.