Mi ratrichi aaturtene waat pahat hoto. Ratri sheetal zopun 2-3 hrs zale mi punha aapla kaal ratricha khel repeat karu laglo. Pan aaj sheetal donhi hat...chi ghadi ghalun zopali hoti mhanun aaj mala tichya boobs paryant majha haath pohachavta yet navta.Mag mi vichar kela ki sheetal chya khalchya bhagala haath lavava. Ti majhyakade path karun hoti. Tichya punjabi suit cha warcha bhag mhanje top thoda war zala hota. Andhaar aslyamule kahi nit disat navte, mi haath pudhe sarkavla.Majha haath saral. I moved my chair around noisily so that she would know I was there."Good morning, Joe. How did you sleep?" Fine thanks," I replied, not turning around right away because I was still uncomfortable with the idea of seeing Aunt Jane nude."You can relax, Joe. I'm dressed. I didn't want to jump right into it. Besides, it's a little chilly this morning. The forecast is supposed to get much nicer the next few days so you might not be so lucky this weekend," joked Aunt Jane as she sat down to eat her. Wait. What the fuck? She looked over again at Will, her mouth hanging open. I got two levels from the first one, then four from the second. And another two since. Is this going to be like Friday? There’s no way it’ll be that many levels again, right?She pulled the passenger side mirror down, checking the damage to her makeup and hair. Not too bad. I’ll need to do some touching up here and there, but not needing to actually move my head probably saved me a lot of trouble.She giggled. I know it’s. His big cock. His big young cock. Young cock.Snapping out of her daze, the real world came rushing back to her, yet the vision of hard young cock remained.She sat in her office recalling that day, disappointing on so many levels. It had been the last time she had a good fuck, but also the day she had to say goodbye to her son again as he headed back to school.As upsetting as it was, the timing was actually perfect. Mrs. Jensen had been expecting her training sessions to start up again, however.