. Jab mai apni mausi ke gr me rehta tha . Waha shadi ka mahol tha to waha sab mehmaan aaye the.. Unme meri mami manjli wali bhi aai thi.. Unka naam gi...a hai abhi wo 43 saal ki hai.. Jab wo 41 ki thi.. Bahot moti hai.. Usko mai kai saal se chodne ka try karra tha.. But kabhi success nai hua..Lekin jab hum shadi me gaye the to waha mera sapna pura hua.. Shadi me sab mehmaan aaye the.. 6 kamre the pure ghar me.. Kafi log the to jagah nai thi sone ki.. Jisne jaha jagah mili waha sora tha.. Mai kaam. Well whatever it was i knew i wanted to be fucked right now. I spread my legs really wide now, beckoned him to come closer again and then i rubbed his precum onto my clit. It felt really nice there, i could feel it despite being already wet through with my own juices. I just kept rubbing his cock tip against my clit and lips then i pushed my hips forward and took him inside me. It took a little effort for him to get in. It had been a long time since i'd had sex but luckily he was rock hard and. "Sir-" Hal interrupted and I froze, looking at him. "Your bath."It took altogether about an hour for the house assistant, Janette totrim my hair close to my scalp all the way around but leaving the frontbangs long over my eyes, a complete shaving of my crotch, which Iinsisted on doing myself, and finally my bath, which I took while Halwaited outside. Again, solely upon my insistence.Everything was leisurely. I toweled myself off, found a metal shavingkit by the mirror and cleaned up my face.. It startled me, the dawning reality that I’d been stood in my jockstrap for all to see, as I turned around managing to muster a coy “Erm… sorry, thanks”. I quickly pulled on my running shorts made my excuses and left the locker room – slightly redder than when I’d entered it.Time heals all, and I was a good fifteen minutes into my running session and managing to forget about the little locker room encounter. The treadmill becoming the focus of my torture and my feet hitting the belt, each.