"I hope you are both satisfied with my performance. I must go report to my Mistress that I have completed my task. If you were pleased, I would be qui...e grateful if you would let her know how I did."Before they could answer, Kristen got up and walked away. Pam lay there until she finally noticed Gerry had gone back in the pool and she joined him there."I don't know about you, daddy, but that was fucking awesome!" It really was, babe."They stayed in the pool for another twenty minutes or so,. . you!" Maggie pants, jouncing up and down on my cock, twisting and turning and riding me like I'm a bronco she's trying to break. "What... do... you... think?" She asks."Fuck yes!" I answer, still slamming her down around my cock and bucking my hips up to meet her."Ohhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuucccck!" Maggie screams, clawing my shoulders as her pussy walls contract around my engorged cock. As she shakes and shivers in my arms, my cock erupts, spurting multiple loads of cum, deep inside her quivering. A rusty Ford pickup of uncertain vintage had been backed to the barn doors. A man lifted a large, heavy sack from the pickup bed and carried it inside.To the left of the barn sat a few equally decrepit sheds, with a small herd of cattle cropping lush green grass beyond and left of them. To the right of the barn, on the far side of the house, was an elevated galvanized-metal water tank marred by several cancerous patches of rust. The tank and a garden were both enclosed by a split rail fence. A. Being my first story their might be many mistakes so please neglect it. It is a lot tragic story and without boring you guy’s more let us move towards the story…I was for a vacation to my native place somewhere in Gujarat, though we are much literate family but still an orthodox one i.e. in simpler words we are necessary to keep respect to our elders, mind our words etc. My aunt Dipal was in mid of her masters that time and also was a part time dance teacher, she was a bit fat with a figure is.