He told ok and told that he would go buy some sleeping pills and Viagra. I said OK and cut the phone. We then got ready and went to his home. My girlf...iend wore a chudidhar and leggings. Her dress was a bit transparent so one could clearly see her bra and her sexy cleavage. One could also see her juicy ass swaying to and fro. On the way so many guys were eying her and she was feeling very shy so she covered herself with a dupatta. At last we reached his house and we started chatting. The whole. 'My God - she could have any man.'And then, just at that moment, she had smiled at him, as though she could read his every thought.Now they sat in silence as the gate opened once again and the car slipped through it, winding forward into the night. She sat taller in her seat as they approached the house, her shoulders squared, breasts thrust forward, heaving against the dress with each slow, deep breath. She leaned forward slightly as though she was drawn to their destination by the same. Its just that you are my aunt and its like I feel I shouldn't talk to you about things like this...” She stood there with her left foot over her right, her arms at her sides looking at me with surprise. “Oh ok Jake. Well I am glad you told me this because you started making me feel very old and ugly you know” she winked and had a laugh, trying to take some of the tension out of the air. But it didn't work. I stood there feeling somewhat awkward considering the fact that I had just told my aunty. I walked around the table and sat down where she had been. The sun was coming in the window, shining right at her. Jesus, her tits! She wore one of my shirts, with all the buttons undone. The sunshine hit her right there in the chest. I’m a tit man, first, last, and always. You don’t get a scene like that one in your kitchen every day. You gotta pause and savor.“It was your cock I wanted to get hard. Did you like that?”“All that was great. In fact, I was impressed.”She smiled. “You know I love.