I tentatively moved my face closer until it was mere inches away from my slave’s clit. This close I could feel the heat from it and inhaled the head... scent that emanated from it. Early on I had heard lots of horror stories about eating pussy, with some describing scents and flavors that ranged from the smell of rotting fish, to pee, and even rank smelling sweat.I, myself, have always found the female’s intimate perfume is nothing like that. Sure the smell is a bit strong and musky, but fresh. You turn to me, but I wave you to stay where you are. Slowly, I turn around. I don’t say a word, I just unbutton my shirt, drop my skirt, letting it pool in a marshmallow kiss at my feet, swiftly followed by my unbuttoned shirt. Now I turn to face you, but I still don’t look you in the eye. Eyes downcast, I unhook my bra and shimmy out of my panties. You call to me – is it encouragement? A question? I raise my hand to block it. This moment is as serious as any religious ceremony and it demands. And closest to Lola was Greg, his penis erect and with a deep red head. “Out, out! Get out!” she covered her triangle with one hand and her breasts with the other arm, shrinking further away from the crowd. “All of you, get out of my room!” she exclaimed. “Well, she is a newbie, so we better do what she said.” Said one of the twins. The others nodded and left quietly. Greg was on his way out, too. He gave Lola a very sad look. She again felt so embarrassed and stupid. “No, no”, she stretched. Aunty ki nazar mere khde lund per gayi aur unhone mujhe hath munh dhoke ghr aabe ko bol diya. Main b hath munh dhoke unke ghar chlaa gaya. Main unki kitchen me gaya to aunty roti bnaa rahi thi, unhone salwar suit dala hua tha. Unki gaand bahar ko nikali hui thi aur aesaa lag raha tha jese unhone bra na daali ho. Unki cleavage saaf dikh rahi thi. Fer Aunty ne mujhe bola k tu sofe per jaake baith aur main khana leke aati hun. Main sofe pr jaake baith gaya aur TV on kar liya. Sat Max per.