I am writing another story of my sexual encounter with my maternal uncles’ wife. Her name Indira and she is about 36 yrs. She is about 5.6ft tall wi...h a sexy figure. It was in last month for some work I had to visit my uncles’ place. As my uncle was in government service so he was posted in some other place and my aunt was staying alone with her 7yrs son Rohit. He was in class 4 and his school timing was from 9am – 4pm. She used to stay alone in this time. When I reached there she was happy to. I determined to do just that from now on. I no longer had a family in Phoenix. They could all rot for all I cared. Was I being selfish and bitter? Many would say that I was. But, all the hot brown stuff that had been dumped on me was finally making an impact. I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I might be ugly but I was still a human being and deserved to at least be respected, and I wasn’t and hadn’t been, nor ever would be by the—how did Mia phrase it, oh yes—the evil witch of the East.She. I closed my eyes and felt a hard surface on my cock. My cock was intensely throbbing with ooze coming out at this point. “So? What is it?” he screamed. I peaked and saw that it was his biceps again. Holy shit, it felt so good and didn’t want him to stop jerking my cock off with his biceps. I kept moaning and grunting without guessing an answer. “It’s your biceps,” I finally said.“Good, that is right,” he seductively whispered.He sped up the jerking with his biceps. I was on the brink of. The words were direct and to Harry’s surprise Hermione gave a direct answer.“Yes,” she replied, anticipating a rebuke that never came. “Professor McGonagall didn’t think he’d see Christmas.” With this success, Harry considered a follow-up question but remembered that it was he who asked not to be told.“Well, he’s better now,” said Harry, his heart lighter than it had been since the summer with Gabriella. He wasn’t about to tell anybody about last night. He’d sound like a conceited slob. No,.