"It's called a creampie," I said, "and I fucking love getting them." I smiled.I began stroking my pussy a little again as I was getting excited again ...pon seeing his long thick cock hanging soft but large. His balls were now hanging very low, too."You have a magnificen cock," I cooed.He looked down at himself and then back at me and smiled."Sadly, my wife doesn't fuck all that often anymore."I swivelled myself around and rolled over. I began licking his cock clean and I could hear him moan as I. Divya Aunty used to help mummy with household work and mummy become so friendly with her, since she had no one to look after her. I never had bad intentions for Divya aunty. One day my mummy and daddy had gone for a marriage to the neighbouring village and they were supposed to come the same day, but due to delay of train they couldn’t make it on same day and they called up me and told me to call Divya aunty to stay with me for the night. I hesitated with the idea but they compelled me to call. The long night was starting to get to me. Most of the details of my dream were fading. I recalled looking for a piece of paper from Martha. What could that symbolize? I recalled no such note from her, ever.A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the front door. I walked to the door, tightening the towel around me again, and asked, "Ronnie?" Yes."I opened the door, and stood aside. I asked, "Coffee? Milk? Sugar? Half 'n Half?" No." She entered wordlessly, her hair and the edges of her. I licked my lips seductively, feeling my breasts heave with excitement, as he slid his fingertip in my moist pussy and began to gently finger fuck me. His touch was sensual and sent sexual pulses throbbing through my pussy. I placed my head on his chest as his finger slid in and out of my tight pussy. My vaginal walls clamped onto his invading finger as the wetness of pussy began squelching. His finger speed grew rapid as a delicious orgasm passed through my pussy. "Oh fuck you've made me.