Sheela wished back with a question mark. Palash replied, “It’s me, Palash. You didn’t take my number yesterday.” They exchanged customary gree...ings and said catch you at work.Days passed and both exchanged WhatsApp messages and forwards. It was a Friday when Palash sent a message to Sheela. “Like to join me for ice cream?” It was early June and the weather was still hot. Sheela declined, stating work and Palash didn’t pursue.Days and a couple of months of intermittent chats and messages, lives. She lays back and he positions himself over her. She reaches up and strokes his hardness, slowly and tenderly. He moans on her clit while his tongue brings out more juice. She pulls slightly on his butt, bring him closer to her. She licks his head, tasting his pre-cum. She takes him fully in her mouth, using her tongue to massage him. She moans around him as his tongue enters her wet hole once more, darting in and out, slightly curled, tickling her inner regions. As her pussy muscles clamp down. So what are your views? Yes Aunty I have also understood you intention from the very first and I will said that you have taken a good decision to select me because we both will keep the relation secret for our own good whether other will take advantage. Yes Aunty I would stay hear ten days and will fuck two times a day. She said no at morning you will bring your brother to school at six O clock and will come back at six thirty, then we will fuck for one hour till seven thirty and at eight O. There was a large "whooshing" noise as his arm withdrew from her cavity, and her cum flowed even heavier, in gigantic spurts from her vagina. Boris's arm looked as if he had just withdrawn from a tub of molasses.At this point, the young boy, of course, could not comprehend, or articulate what he had just experienced with his grandmother. But in his juvenile way, he was, and remained, completely aroused.Irene sensed this, and had already known that it would probably take a few days of continued.