Par ek din 3 mahino ke bad muje wo moka mila me kisi jaruri kaam se unke ghar gaya gate khula tha mene awaj mari par koi jawab nai aya fir mene dubara...awaj lagai fir bi jawab nai aya to me age bda aur bathroom ki taraf gya jaise hi Me bathroom ke pass pahucha to meri to pairo tale jameen nikal gai mene dekha ki aunty apni gand matkate hue nange hoke bathroom me ja rai he aur gate band kar diya. Shayad unhe dyan nai raha ki unhone gate band nai kiya mera lund ab dhere 2 khada hone laga tha kuki. I possitioned myself near her perfect cunt, ready to push. i stopped to look up at her beautiful sleeping face.she was awake, and she was starring strait at me. i stopped in my tracks and starred back, her eyes were a brilliant green/gold. in that moment that our eyes met, it was as though we were two animals on opposite ends of the food chain, i was the crocodile in the river, she was the little gazelle..and our eyes were locked in that split second just as the gazelle notices the crocodile. Is your suitcaseheavy it looks so big for a little girl like yourself to be carrying."I drag the bag outside and see Mr. Wilson notices I left the bathroom ashe finishes pumping gas into the car. "Yes my suitcase is heavy." Whatam I saying this isn't my suitcase? "I mean Mr. Wilson carried it overhere from his car." So he isn't your uncle or any type of relative sweetie? Are you okay?"I look at her while her daughter walks into the bathroom closing thedoor.I stop pulling the suitcase and look. "I loved that story you wrote for me, Gary. It made me so wet. I left a puddle where I stood." I say. Gary doesn't respond, so I carry on. "I'm a difficult girl to please. I'm usually the crazy rough sex type but there was something about what you wrote. I was intrigued. This is your reward for making me...so...fucking...horny." I suddenly slip down between his legs until I'm kneeling on the floor in front of him. Before Gary can say or do anything, I open his zipper and reach in, seconds later.