Aunty bekabu ho chuki thi, unhone mera lauda pakad kr zor zor se hila rhi thi aur dba rhi thi. Maine chocolate ko unke kamar pe rub krke choos rha tha...phir chooste chooste unke navel tk pahucha aur thoda unke navel pe rub kiya aur jaise hi mai navel ko choosne lga tab aunty bahut jada chillane lgi tabhi maine apna haath unke muh m daal diya aur woh mera hath choos rhe thi aur mai unka navel.Phir maine unka blouse khola aur unke rasugulle ko jee bhr k choosa . Choos choos kr use laal kr diya aur. I asked her to do a sex chat, she said she doesn’t know how to do it. I taught it to her. We had a lot of sex chat and I taught her to be fully open with me in it, we did it in Hindi most of the times. Finally, I asked her to come visit my home. Then one day I went to her place and casually asked her to visit as my mom was calling her to stay for some time, she readily said yes.We were coming in the car, she seemed scared so I didn’t do anything just talked to her and told her not to be scared. I leaned forward and put two fingers into her open pussy. We established a coordinated effort. As I pushed into her cunt with my fingers she sucked harder on my cock. I was enjoying the feelings. As I felt her body begin to shake I stopped touching her cunt and I pulled out of her mouth. She didn’t make a sound. I smiled and went back to her ass. ‘Martha, do you want me to fuck you with this plug in your ass or do you want me to remove it?’ ‘I don’t care! I just want you to fuck me!’ ‘Was that. Her uniform accoutrements were in a small plastic box that she centered on the bottom of the hanger compartment, and then hung her uniforms – class A and B to the left, coats, then blouses, then pants, all spaced a fingerwidth apart. BDUs went to the right, the ones with pinned-on rank (regulation) to the center, the ones with sewn-on tabs (non-regulation) behind. Her web gear (Load-Bearing Equipment, or LBE) went in the bottom drawer, as neatly as she could, and her Kevlar helmet between her.