I used to visit frequently to my neighbor’s house. They lived in a small house their family consisted of uncle, his wife, a 13 year son, and a 7 yea... daughter.This story is about me and the aunt her name was Rohini, she was an average looking woman of 30-35 years of age with a little dark complexion. She has nice big hanging set of tits and firm butt, a little bulging tummy; all in all she was an average Indian gujju housewife. She was average in looks but attractive. Whenever she used to clean. So strong. So ... So human."I love your breasts," he said as his hands rubbed over my chest and I blushed again."No you don't," I said. "They're tiny."Tiny was, if anything, an over statement. It would be more accurate to say I simply didn't have any. I had the tits and hips of a boy, meaning I was utterly flat, save for my large puffy nipples.That wasn't uncommon in the wider elven race — we tend towards the sylphic and lean bodies of dancers — but my family, the Airwë, the Red Women, are an. She arched her back, driving herself into him using only her legs and his strong upper arm as support releasing sharp breaths as she rode through the fruits of her building pleasure. He kept up his movements, taking satisfaction in the grip she had on his fingers. After an immeasurable amount of time, she slowly opened her eyes with him staring back. They didn’t need to say anything, both intent on preserving her afterglow as long as possible eventually letting his hand slid from her,. He quickly hid himself amongst the palms and marvelled at the imposing peaks which frequented the landscape. The circumstances of his good fortune suddenly dawned upon him and he thought of the recent acquaintances he had enjoyed upon the 'Carolina May'; any sense of euphoria quickly drained from him. He had a solemn moment and remembered those whom he surmised had not been so fortunate. The moment was short lived however; he had survived and he would carry the spirit of his lost associates.