Over the time I have observed that he use to fight with Divya over her dressing sense. She always use to wear saree with deep cleavage and everyone us... to stare at her and her husband was aware of that. A couple of times I have seen him fighting physically with aunty similar topic.Coming back to aunty and my story. Between her and my house, there is just a boundary wall. She frequently visited our house to talk with my mom and I use to enjoy looking at her cleavage and big chubby ass.It was. I emptied a quarter of the bottle into her ass. "Now get that ass hook from the bag. " she said. "The what? " i replied"Ass hook. It's the 18" chrome fish hook with a 3" ball on the end. Put that in my ass..." she said, matter of factly. I found the hook, it weighed about 5 pounds, and slowly managed to work her asshole wide enough to quickly swallow the ball and a few more inches of chromed rod. She managed to stay stoicly silent for the whole process, and let out a contented sigh as her. Once day when she was teaching, she bent forward to explain some concepts. God!!!!For the first time in my life, I have seen the melons. And that too big ones. I was awestruck, I started at her melons. She caught me after few minutes and asked what were you looking at. I smiled back at her. I was no more scared. She smiled back naughtily.As I’m in my early years, I never used to understand my inner feelings. Whenever I see my darling’s melons, I get a instant hard on and within minutes I used. We haven't had our dinner yet, remember."I couldn't believe that he could be so cruel. I began to understand his motives for dressing me up and calling me Penny. I had apparently carried my male appetite for sex over into Amanda's body at the weekend and he wanted to both teach me a lesson and exploit my libido for his own pleasure.I went up to the bathroom to wash my hands and had a good look in the mirror. I did not look as different from Amanda as I felt. The big rounded, lace-edged collar.