The imam was indeed a kind and gentle man, not that old, and he listened carefully while we told him what had happened.He said little, which was impre...sive, and didn’t condemn Seeta when she hesitantly told him about doing ‘it’ with girls. She wisely didn’t mention sucking off a boy. At the end he put his fingertips together.“I will talk to their imam,” he said, “it is a familiar problem, that families have these conflicts - the parents come with their traditional culture and then their. I work in software firm. As you now this time period has hit with a dangerous virus ‘The CORONA’which had changed my fate. Since I being a software employee we had wfh option which.was compulsory for 23 of march as you know. Luckily I was out of Hyderabad and reached my native. Here the true story begins of my life. After many days I have been to my native where my grandparents along with my uncle and my aunt lives.Her comes the heroine of my story “My aunt”. Let me describe her first she is. Thodi der baad maine dekha ki koi maire lund ko choo raha h. Mami maire lund pe hath fer rahi thi. Mai mami k upar chad gaya or unka blouse phad diya or jor jor se unki chuchi pinne laga. Mami chilane lagi aaram aaram se. Par mai to apni g.f samjh kar pee raha tha jisne mujhe chod diya. Mami ko bahut dard hone laga. To mujhe mahsus hua vo to maire mami h. To maine fir aaram se pine laga mami puri garam ho chuki thi. Or maire lund ko chu ne lagi. Mami jor jor se aaahain bhare lagi. Haaaaan. “Glad that’s stayed in place tonight babe,” she snickered pointing to her thong. “I did ride the black hunks leg and got a bit juicy. His buddy wanted my ass, but the hunk would have been cool any hole any where ... but that didn’t happen of course,” she said with stern assurance.Adam grinned and asked for her to throw the tiny pair of panties to him. With her back to him she bent and dropped them off, slowly and deliberately, knowing the sight of the slender piece of garment, trapped high in.