Uss se kisi tarah milne ka prog. banaya, usne apne ghar hi bulaya,, sach kahoo toh mujhe thaa ki thodi age zayada hogi mamta se,,,, aur main usee impr...ss karne ke liye ek rose le kar gaya jaise hi main uske ghar gaya ek fully matured lady ne darwaza khola maine usse dekh kar kaha supriyaa ji se milana hai wo boli andar aaiyee aur mujhe laga shayd koi aur hai yee,, kyoki wo kafi aged lag rahi thi approx 42yrs, fir wo mere liye pani le kar aayi aur humare bich introduction hua uss time meri age. When the door-bell rang, of course, I remembered. There was Katryn, every bit as attractive (and distracting) as before ... possibly, probably, more so.“Come in,” I said, trying to convey ‘invitation and welcome’ rather than the misgivings I actually felt, “I’m just having my morning caffeine fix. Tea, or coffee for you?”“Oh ... tea please.”“I have Indian, China or Assam and a selection of herbal teas.”“Have you got Earl Grey?”“For sure! Milk or lemon with it?”“Neither, thanks – as it. I started stammering & answered ya. Aunty then told me to promise that no one should know about this and I should not ask for it again. And I agreed. Shylaja Aunty came closer and put her hand inside my lungi and I gathered some courage and hugged her. I could feel her boobs touching my chest & giving me the spongy feeling. Aunty immediately put her hand in my underwear and started pressing my dick. And I in turn started pressing her buttocks and I could feel her panties outside her nighty. I. I was grateful of the company as we sat on some of the boxes just casually chatting. Gemma asked how I was doing after recently splitting from my girlfriend. I explained how I had found her cheating on me with a friend and that it had been ongoing since we started dating. At this point I found myself getting upset. Gemma moved closer and stroked my arm in reassurance, the softness of her touch made the hairs on my neck stand on end and a stirring in my pants. I shifted uncomfortably trying to.