I pushed open the shower door took hold of his cock and pulled him in. Instantly our lips met and suddenly this old Indian guy was an a****l. His hand... were everywhere, covering every inch of my now very responsive soapy body, He said "Miss Kathy I have dreamed about you constantly and wanked every night thinking of your breasts. He pushed me back against the wall and forced his cock between my legs. He was a well built guy for his age and he lifted me up, told me to open my legs and wrap them. “I believe you said there was something else that pretty mouth of yours could do?” He says, and I smirk, slowly sliding off of him to the floor in between his legs. “Oh, so now it’s a pretty mouth?” I ask with a giggle, my words dying in my throat as he starts to undo his pants. I reach up and help, yanking them over his thighs along with a pair of white boxers. His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. It’s around eight inches long, way bigger than my ex’s. I smile hungrily,. How I missed this closeness and comfortable position we both shared. I placed my arm around her and softly played with her hair. She then looked up at me with a gleam in her eye I was certain was meant exclusively for me. Unable to resist that look, I placed my hand upon her cheek and pulled her ever closer so I could lay my lips on that which I desired. Her sweet lips were soft and supple and responded in kind to my every action. Our tongues soon were entwined as our passion was again renewed. Her nipples were too hard like erasers. I kept on sucking and fucking her. In between she used to pull my head up and kiss me. I was kissing her, sucking her breasts, fucking her, feeling her, it was all great for me.Then gradually, we both started fucking like rabbits. We were humping each other like anything. We both were in some other world. She was screaming so loud, that I was afraid, what if someone hears it ? Still we didn’t care. We fucked, and fucked, and fucked. Aunty had already.