And she loved to dress up, make up, lipstick and the full works. One day in colourful tight churidar, next day in half saree exposing her sexy midriff... Ufff. Everyday coming to the office just to see her hot self, talk and have coffee and some touch here and there.She was very close to me. We used to watch training videos in a dark room and the touchings followed. The bike rides to Sangeet theatre and the usual braking by me. It was heaven. New city, new girls, new money and what not. Only. .”Auntyyyy. aaahhh. I’m comingggggg.” I groaned and the next moment, raised my hips above the bed and screamed, as my hot burning semen gushed out. Chatterjee aunty didn’t pause, and continued sucking and drinking my semen. Then, some of my semen choked her, and she let go of my cock, coughing and sputtering. And that was really erotic. My semen was trickling down her mouth and now some of it spilt over on her cheeks, arms and throat. She got up, coughing, and raced into the attached bathroom.. Someone grabbed me and off we went back to the pub.“See,” I said pointing through the window “Sampling a new whore!”She was naked bent at the waist suckling someone’s cock while someone else stood behind poking her from behind. I couldn’t see if it was in her womb or ass hole but she had her hands on the chas hips as she sucked him so she didn’t seem to be in any distress or feel any urgency to escape.“Good god its Miss Katherine!” some fool interjected. He earned a slap across his face from. She lets go of me long enough to pull her arms free of the dress. It falls to the wet sand around her feet and she turns to face me, her eyes looking down, as she gracefully steps out of the dress and flicks it to drier sand with her foot before the surf can take it. She turns around again quickly. I’m afraid that she might be too ashamed to look me in the eyes. She leans back against me again, draws my hands back to her breasts then wiggles her firm ass until my hard dick is nuzzled between.