I want something else”. She asked what. I replied, “I want you – I want to fuck you”. She was furious and told me that I was like her son and ... should not do this. But I did not budge. She had to agree. She asked me to close the main door and return.I closed the main door and till the time I returned, auntie had removed her sari and was sitting in bed with her blouse half open and petty coat. I could visualize that she had not put on bra inside the blouse. She invited me with open arms. I. He was getting into the game."I don't know. The urge hits every so often." He mimicked her actions with the yogurt, using his tongue to scoop a small amount into his mouth as he looked into her eyes."It hits me every so often, too," she smiled, warming up to the prospect of teasing him unmercifully about fucking him in the ass. "Over the years I've learned to deal with it, mostly by watching an arousing video or reading one of my favorite author's descriptions of an assboy offering up his. Thank you so much.”“Always happy to help,” he replies, a playful tone in his voice. “How about we stop for a celebratory drink on the way back? Or do you need to get back for the family?”“That sounds good. And no, both of the kids are stopping with friends tonight.”“And Tony?”“He can look after himself.”I carry on driving until we find a country pub. We make our way inside, get drinks – orange juice for me, lager for him – and sit down at a table next to a roaring open fire.The conversation. On the way she placed her 1 hand on my thigh and started creasing by resting her head on my shoulder and i moved my left hand around her hips and holding the gera leaver. When ever i shifted the gear i poked her thighs and soon she got arose and then we stopped for the evening tea and snacks. Then as soon as we got in to the car she hugged me tightly and planted a deep french kiss for almost 5 min, as it was around 6 30 pm and the car had sunfilm no one could see us hugging and kissing.So then.