I promptly asked that if it was an arranged marriage or love marriage. She replied arranged marriage…..Sarita: kyu poocha tumne?Me: to be honest Jee...an ji thode reserved lagte hai aur aap outward nature ki hoShe smile for a secondSarita: shaadi ke baad sab ek hi hota hai, no one is different, ab meri personal life kaha rahi, Rajkumar ka school and Jeevan ka office yahi ab life haiAnyways coffee finished and she went down and i also get ready of office but this similar incident happened almost. To those who dont know me am raj kumar, 26 from neyveli living in chennai. I am an aunty lover I love women more than girls, am fond of armpits which are wet. So aunties do mail me if u wish to feel how armpit fuck looks like mail id. Coming to the story the heroine is my aunty Shree 38 she is a family friend of us and lives in a house near our area. She was married to a guy who is in his later 50s now. So obviously she must be starving for sex I guessed. I was interested in her form the day I. “Of course I have faults. I overthink things and often miss the obvious solutions. Tricia calls me the dumbest genius she knows. I’ve been hurt by enough people that I suffer some emotional side-effects. When someone hurts someone I care about, I tend to want revenge. I’m slow to anger, but also slow to trust after someone breaks my trust. I’m also fourteen, so I think about sex far more than is probably healthy. I fall in love quickly and hard and it gets my heart broken far too often.. ”I could sense her reluctance and I tried to add some persuasion by pressing my dick harder against her pussy. I guess she acquiesced because her hands slid down my side to grab hold of my butt and pulled me tighter against her, then she shoved one hand down between us and grabbed my boner to guide it to the right place.As I pushed and began to penetrate, she squeezed down on me and said, “You promised, Bobby. You can’t come inside me.”“I won’t, I promise.”She was so tight I couldn’t just slide.