It was only a short while before I couldn’t take it any longer and had to be inside her. I got up, rolled her onto her back, pulled her by the hips ...loser to me, rubbed the head of my throbbing dick against her before pushing deep inside her. Grabbed her by the neck, kissing and choking her. Thrusting over and over again, deeper each time, pushing myself to the brink of climax, slowing only to keep myself from finishing so early. I turned her on to her side, straddled one of her legs and. And spilled chocolate milkshake down my favorite dress. The stains never really came out."Wait, and then on top of it, the ketchup incident?" Amanda added, laughing at herself.Before the milkshake, she had been shaking a bottle of ketchup to put some on her fries. Little did she know that the lid was not screwed on, simply resting on top. Needless to say, the ketchup stains didn't come out either.The conversation quickly jumped from "Luke Bashing" to us swapping great, and moderately. I was working for a chemical firm in Gujarat and hired a house in near vicinity. My house owner was a couple in mid 30’s. It was a row house where I was offered a room on 1st floor. It was almost 8 ½ years of their marriage and no child yet. House owner aunty look very sexy and had a mind blowing figure 38-29-37. She mainly wear sari. Her stomach use to be visible clearly with her navel chord and even her back depending on the blouse she wears. She had good dressing sense. Her husband was. "You have a lot to learn about women, twink."As he left the room, I just collapsed onto the sofa. I did not have the will to try to stop him going to her, make an issue of it. And besides, the thought of him fucking her was sweet.His footfalls bounding up the stairs. The muffled thud of our bedroom door determinedly shut — maybe in the hope of waking her. Then silence throughout the house. Occasionally a car would pass outside. Later, I was able to put things together; some from imagination,.