Unhone bola esa kya hai sexy…Mere me…Mene unko boobs bol diya or sharma gayi or tab tak mene mausi ko request ki boobs dekhne ki…Me notice kiya ...nki mere khade lund pe nazar thi…Jo mere shorts me saf pata chal raha tha…Wo kholti use phele mene unke boobs apne hath me le liye or unke hotho ko chumne laga…Wo bhi mera sath de rahi the..Or mera lund pe hath ghuma rahi thi…Phir dhere dhere humne hum nage ho gaye….Or adhi ghante take k dusre to kiss kar rahe the.Or aunty mere khade lund ko hila rahi. He’d pulled a knife when his great spiritual leader had ordered my death, and he’d moved to close with me, intent on stabbing me to death. The sudden demise of his companions had brought him up short. He was no more than ten feet away from me, but he wasn’t moving. He was however looking down the smoking end of my pistol. I smiled wickedly and then I shot him in the face.That left the shaman. The fool was just standing there looking utterly confused that his command hadn’t achieved what he had. He lifted his ass up off the sofa, hooked his thumbs into his shorts. I removed my hand from his crotch as the shorts transversed under it to fall past his bent knees to his ankles, and there it was.His dick was about four to five inches soft, completely unshaved: an old-fashioned bushy-bush-bush. I looked down and all the chatter in my head evaporated. I went into auto-mode, snaked my palm around it, and if I could articulate my thoughts in that moment, it would have been something about. As he was massaging my clitoris, his other hand slipped inside of my panties and found my tight, warm and wet hole and slowly slid a finger into me making me let out a little moan. I told him to finger fuck me hard and fast until I cum. He began finger fucking me harder, then slipped another finger inside of my wet cunt, making me moan more and more until I came all over his fingers.He then took me into his hands, and laid me down on my back.I laid down on my back, as he climbed on top of me..