I came back to my room.her baby got up and was crying. Aunty came inside and taken into arm and was feeding her. Her boobs came out. I am starring her...boobs. It was so awesome guys. I was not able to control myself.She noticed me and asked – what are you looking?I said – nothing aunty.Aunty – I am seeing and know, what are you starring? But, you are kid. You will do when right age will come.When all slept in night, aunty came to my bed and laid next to me. I was awake but i didn’t said even a. Fuck my ass and treat me like a slut!” I begged. “Take this cock you filthy slut!” he snarled. Every thrust and every insult where like little erotic electric shocks, sending me into sexual overdrive. The speed at which my fingernail was gently scratching my exposed clitoris, send my orgasm wild. My thrusts were uncontrollable as he continued his onslaught of my, feverishly calling me cock hungry slut. As my orgasm surged through me I felt the first burst of female ejaculation as my pussy. “Either stay bent over and I will spank you some more or stand up and thank Mary.”I didn’t want to be spanked anymore, so I stood up, and while rubbing my burning bottom, I said, “Thank you, Mary, for spanking me.”I knew that Mary could easily see my erect penis. When I get spanked, it has this affect on me.“Now get dressed so that we can go out on our date,” Jane said.While I was getting dressed, I heard Jane tell Mary that she could spank me again at another time. Then Mary left, and Jane. Since then, fashions have changed radically for men, but the basic idearemained. Of course in the nineteen forties, nylon replaced silk, whichallowed hemlines to rise."He blushed a bit, and continued, "I still have a picture of me from thesixties, in a micro-mini skirt that barely covered my butt, and go-goboots. Fortunately, that style is not common today."I thanked him, and went home. Once safely in my room, I rubbed the oldlamp that had released the handsome arabic man who was in fact a.