He sat down on the corner of the bed and opened his strong thighs. He led Barb so that she was standing between his legs. He looked into her eyes and ...miled as he let his large black hand traveled over the front of my wife's white blouse. I had moved to the doorway to watch as he felt-up my sweet wife. Barb groaned huskily and her large nipples shot to attention under her bra and blouse. My wife's ultra sensitive nipples seemed to dance under his touch. He began to lightly pinch and pull on. Mujhe dekha to wo boli aaj jaldi aa gaye maine kaha “haa” aur Room me aaker unke bare me sochne laga. Aunty ki body me unki face ki skin me to jhurriya pad gai thi lekin unki legs bahut gori aur chikni thi. Waha per uske bhudhape ka koi asar nahi tha. Kabhi kabhi kapade dhote samaya unki jaangho ke darasan ho jaate the.Mai jab bhi usko ghur ke dekhta tha to wo mujhe ignore kar deti thi aur apne kapado ko bina thik kiye apna kaam karati rahati thi. Unko yaad kar maine unke naam ki mutth mari. You push my jeans to my ankles. While there on your knees you tug at the bottoms of my boxers. Puling them down just far enough that I can flop out. Nearly hitting you in the face. Still only half hard you take the length of me in your mouth. Feeling me swell. The tip eventually reaching the back of your throat. Forcing you to back up to keep from gagging. My hand on the top of your head I lean you back against the wall. Pinned there I give you a few stokes. Long, and slow. The last one. He walked past Jenns’, the daughter, room and the door was slightly ajar. She was nothing special, a brown haired, 5’3 girl with a decent body, but growing up beside her always made her have a girl next door appeal. He had been inside a few times before, of course, but he always wanted to wander around and look at it closely. This was the perfect opportunity and although he knew it was wrong, he pushed the door open slightly and poked his head inside. There was a bed, dresser, desk, closet, and.