As she did, she deliberately knocked Duke's fork and spoon onto the floor."Oh, I'm sorry, Duke."Bending over at the waist to pick them up, Allison fla...hed Duke her prettiest smile. She also arched her back and thrust her breasts forward to give him a good look at the best cleavage in three counties.Fuck me! These tits are hot! Even Duke didn’t dare say that out loud, but he smiled his toothless grin in appreciation.A nipple slip wasn't in Allison’s plan, but it happened anyway. She let Duke. Mandira’s voice was choked when she replied, “No Rajesh, I’d better go to my room. We can talk about this in the morning.” She tried to move away from me, but I held her hand firmly, “At least give me a goodnight kiss before you leave, Auntie?” I smiled and said looking at her.“Oh, no..not again,” Mandhira aunty said in despair but brought her lips close to my cheeks to kiss me on my cheeks. But I turned my head quickly and planted my mouth on hers. I kissed her hard on her lips hungrily. The neighborhood was quiet. People were at their jobs, children at school or daycare. There were no other cars around, and for the first time that week no police officers holding court in her living room. I took a deep breath, got out of my car and walked slowly towards the front door. I looked exactly like what I was, a college student. My dark brown hair was pulled up in a pony-tail, my brown eyes were shaded from the harsh September sun by a pair of glasses. I was wearing tight black jeans,. The 45 year old Mitch senior came in and gave me specific instructions, "I want you to lie down on your back here on the piano bench with your head hanging over the edge. I'm going to fuck your mouth like it's a pussy. My wife doesn't even suck, let alone let me fuck her throat and I've always wanted to try it."Like a crab, I laid on my back directly in the middle of the piano bench with my nylon feet still touching the floor, and my head hanging upside down over the end. Mitch pulled his pants.