However, this is strangely not as embarrassing as I would have expected. I just find myself curious- did you like what you saw? You know what I mean, ...on't you? My panties, thighs, and the shape of my butt?" Yes, Stacy, I really did, but I'm wondering why my opinion matters so much to you. I'm a married man, you know." Married men have eyes, too, don't you? You have desires, attractions, and interests, like single men, I imagine." True, but I am wondering about the relevance of this matter, and. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician.Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * [i]A few. Jaise hi mein kamre mei pahuch kar leta aunty mere kamre mei aa gaye aur apni night utar di aur meri lungi utar kar mera lund muh me le liya, who lund ko aise choos rahi thi jaise janmon ki pyasi ho, meine bhi natak chod kar unki chuchiyon ko bra k upar se dabane laga. Mein moan karne laga choos lo aunty ye lund tumhara hi hai iska sara ras pee lo, to aunty boli mujhe aunty mat bol mein teri raand hu mujhe naam le kar bula, oooh meri kiran, chus le ye lauda ooooooooooohhhhhhh mera panii nikalne. She would be with me that week and I would make it the most memorable night of her life. I love her, so I wanted to make it special. It would be the begging to a whole new chapter of her life, so I wanted to do it right. Finally the night arrived. I took the day off work to get everything ready. I went out and bought bouquets of pink roses and sat them out around the house and I got some red rose petals and sprinkled them on the bed. I put dozens of candles throughout the bedroom and lit them..