At home, yes still the same home, the one they had watched mother degenerate in all those years ago, the home they had regenerated for themselves and ...he home in which they had become i****tuous lovers. They sat picking over fish and chips collect on the way home, quietly digesting the news that their lives together had suddenly been declared nearly over neither really having an appetite. The frugal meal over he stood, took the plates and washed up, glad of some normal household task to. If there is one thing I have learned as a continental adult, it is that an exposed todger is a needy todger, and what this todger seemed to need mostest of all was the warm, wet embrace of my stingy-bee lips. Well, my showerhead cunny gave a squirt of delight at the thought of feasting on all that scummy man-flesh, so I took a deep breath, because let's be honest Rotten Johnny was the steamiest steamy steampunk ever and dived right in. 'God Save The Queen' and 'Anarchy In The UK'!!!! The taste. I've been in tune with this 'girl' thing since I was eleven. My first girlfriend was fourteen, my first time was as awkward as everyone elses, but by the time she broke up with me, I could control her orgasm to perfectly compliment my own.Ever since then, it's taken me one time to have the same kind of control. Either way, I decided a long time ago that whoever said 'wait three days' was stupid. I called her immediately. "Hey, Mustang." The voice was as soft as velvet, and arousing even. You horny guys, sexy ladies, specially hot aunties write me at for hearing my more personal experiences. Let me describe the hot unforgettable incident with my aunty (atta) my mom’s younger brother’s wife in my place. My aunty name was Kamala, age 42, height 5.3.She is a typical village lady. She is white in color with a perfect body shape with no extra weight. She had medium perfect round sized boobs, 34d they never hang down, they were firm. She had large nipples that we could see it poking.