"Steve, are you wearing a condom?" Uh-uh" he mumbled. "You've got to stop." I will."He started going just a little deeper and a little slower. "I real...y need you to stop, okay?"Instead, he buried his face in my neck and his pace suddenly became something all too familiar. "Please don't...please..."He reached a hand to the small of my back as his other hand held me tight by the shoulders and I felt him swell up inside me. He moaned as I felt him pulsing into my unprotected body. He kept. Meri age 22 years hai. Main iss ke regular reader hoon but yeh meri pehli story hai.Mujhe nahin pata ki story likhne ka sahi tarika kya hai main wohi likh raha hoon jo mere saath ghata. Ab main time na barbaad karte hue seedhe apni kahani par aata hoon. Meri ek real khala (aunty) hain unka naam anjum hai woh is samay teen bachchon ki maa hain , unki age lagbhag 35 saal hogi , unka figure bahot shandar hai , height unki kambi hain even mujhse kafi lambi hain , lambe baal hain , dikhne mein kaafi. I looked around the room in my vicinity. Behind Richard was a man facing the bar and paying no real attention to us. Behind me was a woman chatting to two of her friends. To my left and diagonally across the room was an elderly man sitting in a leather chair facing me. As far as I could tell he already had a good view up my dress from where he was sitting. “Right now?” I asked. Richard nodded as he leant back in his chair and lifted his glass to his lips. I lifted my bum of my right cheek off. He fumbled with the skirt, yanking it down over hiswide hips. He moaned as he got them down, revealing soft, hairless,womanly thighs, and between them, his panties cupping a soft, curvingfemale mound! The gusset was decorated with a wet oval. He felt anotherdeep, pleasant throb in his groin, and the wet oval grew. Unwilling to believe his eyes, he pulled the panties away from hismound, and inside, he could see strands of female come connecting thegusset to thick, female labia!The strong odor.