She pulled my left hand out of her boobs and inserted it through the saree, guiding me to her pussy. It was such a nice, soft, and clean shaven pussy ...hich was fully wet. I touched her pussy from outside, as I didn’t know that I needed to finger it.I was just a teenager with all the excitement of having a real-time experience, and that too with my auntThey had a log room outside of their house where they keep the logs and other stuffs. She excused us from her children stating that we are going. I cant tell if we are alone now. He leads me to a spot in the room and tells me to kneel. He tells me to shuffle forward and I feel a wall in front of me. I feel him shackling my ankles now. I feel a strap go across the backs of my thighs and then my back. Finally I feel him putting one on the hood I am wearing. I am now strapped to a wall and I feel the bottom of my hood zip open. I realize now what has happened. I am strapped in front of his own private glory hole. I can feel a cock pushing. With all of the pre-cum that had leaked out, the first four inches were slick and tasty, keeping Betty's tongue quite busy slurping on his cock like a melting ice-cream cone.It took a few seconds for John to realize that his mother's best friend had her warm wet mouth around his cock, and was doing things with her tongue that about to pop the pressure that his balls had been under to hold back his baby-making seed. Before he could even warn Betty that he was about to pop his cork, the first hot. I went to the door and opened it. I stepped part way through so that I could dodge behind it if things got out of hand. I turned around and drew my revolver from my boot holster. "DUCK OUT OF THE WAY, BARKEEP! YOU THREE MEN ARE UNDER ARREST! KEEP YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM YOUR GUNS AND I WON'T SHOOT!"All three of the galoots at the bar tried to duck and reach for their guns at the same time. That just doesn't work well when you gun is at your thigh. Try it sometime. I fired one shot into the floor.