The bell rang and in came Pooja aunty. She gave me a naughty smile and took me to my room. She started kissing me. My mom said “Who is it?” and st...rted coming towards my room. I said, “It is Pooja aunty”. She stared at both of us as we were really close and holding each other. She told Pooja aunty, “Why are you such a despo? Do you love my son so much?” Pooja aunty joking replied “Very much”We went out of my room. I felt awkward as my mom knew that I had sex with her best friend. Mom said she. Making me moan and sigh, and yet keeping me only on the edge, not putting me over. The water shuts off. We don't even stop touching each other or looking at each other.Naked and wet, I kneel before you. Softly, I part my lips, and take you into my mouth. My tongue works up and down you while I suck. Hints of your taste make my whole mouth electric. Deeper I go. In the throes of foreplay, I have no desire to stop pleasing you. The look on your face as water drips down your jaw. You place your. They were never in a state of rest, always standing at attention, her vaginal opening always exposed like an unblinking eye. The first time I saw it (fortunately on our first date!) I was about to go down on her when I had to plunge my index and ring finger inside of this hole just to see how easily they fit. Sure enough, her pussy swallowed up my two fingers with ease and I blasted away for about 20 seconds. Removing my fingers I saw her white cream all over the tips. I put both fingers in. Then I realized I was being remiss in my complements. Immediately I told her she too is special and she too exudes sexuality. I stood and pulled her to me. I placed both my hands around her waist and gently kissed her. I whispered to her, "I want you." She pulled my shoulders to her and started to cry. Debbie immediately joined the hug, tears starting in her eyes, too.When she could speak Denise whispered back "Oh how I have longed to hear those words coming from a man who knows what I am. Oh.