I thought we were done."Angie looked at him, appraising him, looking at the handsome man in the shower, dick still erect due to the stroking it was ge...ting."I thought we were too. But I may be wrong. We have to talk, Harry. Get rinsed off."She walked out into the bedroom and they heard her go into the living room beyond."I think she's going to make this easy," he said."Make what easy?" Carol asked."I don't know yet. But the two of you keep playing it underage and like you're living here with. I took a stick and started spanking her ass too. She was completely lost in the ocean of pleasure. I asked her, “Is it painful?” She replied she was waiting for this painful pleasure for a very long time.She then got laid on the ground. I took her chunni and tied her hands to the tree. I started fucking her in missionary position. I stroked her multiple times and said I was about to cum. She said to cum on her face. I was not able to control and cummed in her pussy.She was almost ready with her. While doing that i was now resting myself on my chachis boobs. The feeling was amazing.Meanwhile during the journey my bua and my chachi were continuously having the conversation and I was just lost in softness of the my chachi’s boobs and the crushing of my dick by my aunt(bua). We reached my bua’s home in 20 mins and I had a tent in my trouser when I got down of the bike. I was desperately trying to hide it but failed and I noticed my bua feeling my discomfort and she looked down at my tent.. She was wearing an old extra large T-shirt and the bottoms of an old jogging suit she'd had... since Dutch and she were married."Only in the winter," she responded absentmindedly and turned the sound off, leaving the flickering image alive.He nodded, not understanding what she'd meant. The truth was Marilyn had been born and raised on a farm in Centralia, Illinois and her father had listened almost as passionately to the weather as he had to the grain and livestock reports."Still," Tucker said.