A small bell jingled as I entered the store. The wares on the interior appeared as ordinary, at least in an antique sense, as those on display in the ...xterior. There were shelves filled with leather-bound books, interspersed furniture and paintings, ancient armory and firearms, some jewelry and other antique bric-a-brac. Nearly everything was covered with a fine dust, and permeated by the subtle aroma of tobacco smoke and wood mold. A short and portly man, with thinning hair and rounded. Linda just layed there in her after glow of orgasmic bliss, watching us. She started to slowly touch my breasts and tummy as he pile drived my pussy. She then leaned up and started to touch his nipples and back as he pumped into me. She then got behind him and reached down and grabbed his balls and ass as he fucked me. I guess her nervousness was gone, because she was groping him like a sex starved slut. He leaned all the way down and his head was next to mine. His thrusting slowed down as he. Our cousins too were 8 and 7 years, Venu and Ganesh. And, there was that absolutely adorable, wicked, fun filled Mama (maternal uncle) Muraly who was barely 16 then. Every day was an adventure, swimming in the pond outside our house, tree climbing, hide and seek, flying kites etc. I was quite the tomboy and would enthusiastically take part in all the things that the boys did.Since it was summer, the elder folks used to enjoy sleeping in the afternoons and we children were ordered not to make. Tab maine kaha kee room mein chalet hai or hum room chale gaye tab boli kee jaldi karo jiju nahee to time jyada laga to koi shak karega lekin maine kaha kee tum par shak ho sakta hai lekin mere upar nahee or wo phir se mujhse lipat gaee tab maine usse apni godi mein bithaya or pyar se uske lips ko kiss karne laga or uske boobs ko dabane or sahlane laga jo kafi mast or tight the uske boob or achee size thee dheere dheere wo mast hone lagee or mein uske boobs ko uski t-shirt ko kholkar bahar.