Suddenly my aunt started knocking the door “Anirban open the door “on insisting I didn’t open it “Anirban open it I have got u a glass of butt...r milk” she shouted. After that I opened the door. She gave me the glass and left. Let me describe her. She is a short and very plump women with good boobs and a round ass aged 54 years. After that I went out and had my self seated and started to chat with them. After a while I got some itching in the crotch. I started scratching it there near my tool.. His hand caressing the front of my jeans, "That feels good huh?" As scared as I was I had to admit it did. I nodded yes, my mouth dry. "Touch mine, see if you like it." My hand shaking I reached out to his crotch, palming the front of his pants. I felt his semi hard cock through the material. "Mmmmmm... " he moaned. "Your hand feels good, don't be shy, if it feels good keep going." I had to admit, I liked it. He stepped back. "Let me make it easier for you," he unbuttoned his pants. Pulling. There was a pause, and a few noises, and then he hauled my hips up. he was between my legs again, and shoving his cock up inside me like he had the first time he did me against the alleyway wall. This time he had a condom on, and being fucked seemed way more dirty with it as he worked in and out of me with that thick hard cock of his. he was bottoming out with each stroke and making me see stars as i shuddered through tiny orgasms."that's it, little slut, moan for it," he said into my ear.. 2 months was a long time for Aman’s patience. One night he went to Ramya’s room where she was lying on the bed in a yellow saree. Aman knocked on the door. Ramya adjusted herself and went to open the door. She was surprised seeing Aman at the door. She smiled and greeted him inside.She was quite shy. Aman asked her if she was good and complimented her beauty. To which Ramya only smiled and looked down. Aman said, “We are soon getting married and you need not hesitate.” Aman went ahead raised.