Ever since I was a child, I used to stare at this gorgeous aunty in our building. She was the wife of a big (but a little ugly) businessman. She was r...ally chick. She used to wear fancy, yet a little reserved, dresses. Even the saris she used to wear didn’t reveal much, except in my imagination. Her name was Bhumika. Bhumika was about 5’4”, very fair complexion, long black hair, a nicely shaped rack and a very curvy ass. Our conversations didn’t go beyond the ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s. This summer,. I was waiting for this. Well Mekala, I cannot ask you I said. Oh raaja no, come and take me now she stood up from the couch.I stood up, went near her and lifted her face. Her lips were wet and juicy. I slowly took them and put my hand on her bare hips area. I pulled her to me. We started kissing, first slowly and then with fervor. Our tongues played a hot role as our hands were massaging each other. She relaeased her pallu and I unzipped and became free down. We parted and undressed. She had. Her tongue now curled around the head of my cock. Sucking on it, as it went in and out, in and out, in and out, slow at first but getting faster and faster as she frantically sucked my cock. Her lips were wrapped hard around my cock, her head bobbing as she slurped and sucked as I met every downward movement of her head with a thrust. She sucked harder her tongue rubbing against the tip of my cock probing the small opening that oozed precum into her eager mouth and forcing her tongue into the. Vivian was dressed in a white shirt that was unbuttoned far enough to show her 32C cup breasts in a white lace bra. Her skirt was black reaching her mid-thigh."These are for you," I said, as I gave the flowers to her."Thank you Bruce. They are lovely," Vivian said, as she placed them on the beautifully set table. “Dinner is ready.”I pulled her chair out and as she sat her skirt moved along her toned thighs. I opened the bottle of wine, pouring us both a glass. As dinner progressed we shared our.