Neha aunty was the elder one and prettier too. She also was very charming and used to smile a lot. Now they used to live some distance from our city. ...y aunty Neha was getting married in a month or two so needed to do shopping in the city.Now you know how the ladies are once they get a chance to shop they won’t let go of it and so was my mother. She invited my aunty with her mother to our home to go shopping together as time was it and I didn’t like this idea of my mother sinceI was a studious. The wife pressed her breasts against Drea's breasts. They both softly kissed and caressed each other. The wife was a gorgeous, thick, hispanic woman . Her ass was ample, her breasts were full. The husband and I stood from a distance and enjoyed the amazing view of their hands traveling, and their mouths tasting. Breasts came out, nipples were sucked. And after a time, the husband neared Drea. No problem. This is what swinging is about. He began kissing Drea, fondling her breasts, kissing down. She was still asleep and had curled up, her knees pulled up and her arms wrapped round them, her suit was still down to her waist with her little breasts squeezed together by her arms and peeping saucily from between them. The way her knees were had pulled her swim-suit up, baring part of her bum cheeks, and stretched it tightly over her pussy, moulding it clearly. All in all she was a very pretty picture of innocence and I loved her.I lovingly stretched out my hand and gently caressed her face. "Give it a moment, you'll see." The pain relents indeed, faster than the first time. "Better?" he asks. "Yes," I say. "Gently," I say. He's pushing ever so gently now. "Five inches to go," he's counting down, "four. three." If I would have words for the sensation. Perhaps we need so much sex because we can't really describe it. "Two," he continues, "one, done." I groan in reply. "I'm in the tunnel of pleasure," he waxes, and there's' a brilliant light at the end of it." I'm still hurting,.