Has anyone ever eaten your cunt?’ I shuddered again. Everything out of this man’s vile mouth seemed to be calculated to be revolting. I thought ...ack to the few times in our sixteen years of marriage that my husband had tried to get me to let him do just that. I remembered still how offended I had been that he had even suggested such a disgusting thing. Kevin was getting impatient for his answer. I took a deep breath and responded, ‘No sir. No one has ever eaten my cunt.’ Cunt! I had. I miss the Boston Red Sox. I miss the Boston Celtics. I miss the New England Patriots. I hope Brady can lead us to another championship, if he stops getting into accidents. Ottawa is so dull. And the people here seem proud to be boring. I find Ottawa’s residents dull, boring and bigoted. It’s almost as if each and every last one of them has a chip on the shoulder. Wow. Maybe they need to get laid, you know? I’m finding Canadians to be bitter, moody and bigoted. Not at all the friendly folks us. I have never felt so slutty ever before.Me: Hmm.. Don’t worry, I have come prepared and you have some surprise.Aunty: What surprise, please tell me I can’t wait.Me: You will know when it happens. Now, just relax and let’s have a bath.She started feeling the tent on my pant. She put her hand inside my shorts and started stroking my cock. I lifted her saree. Oh my god! Her pantie was dripping wet, so wet that my hand got damp.I moved her pantie to one side and inserted two of my fingers into her. He held my hand for a few minutes & then leaned over & kissed me again —a deep kiss & said “I love you “.For a few minutes we sat like that, then he placed my hand again on his cock —which had again become kinda flaccid. I began to caress & stroke it again, soon it started becoming hard & erect. I enjoyed the feeling of it growing and swelling within my hand — it gave as sense of satisfaction & power. I could feel the passion building up in him again. I began to pump his cock up & down.He told.