” Magazines counted, didn’t they?“Do you like them?” She held a breast in each hand, lifted them, and pushed them together.I couldn’t help b...t stare. Was the fan still running? It definitely felt hotter.“You know, I’ve always thought you were cute, Michael. If you want, I could give you a hand job …” A hand job? I had no idea what she was talking about. Not knowing what to do or say, I chuckled like I thought she was making a joke.“Let me know if you change your mind. The offer’s still open.”. Aunty boli mujhe bhiya aur bhabhi se is bare mai batana padega mai darr ke maare mai unke pairo gir gaya aur kaha nahi aunty papa se kuch na kahna ab yeh galti nahi karoonga.mujhe maaf kar do kahte hoye mai rone laga.to aunty boli thik hai mai kisi se kuch nahi kahoongi lekin jo mai kahoongi wo tumhe karna hoga.maine kaha thik hai kya karna hoga to aunty apni saree upar ki unhone mera sar pakad kar kaha meri choot mei khujli bahot ho rahi hai.ise chat kar shant karo maine apna mooh dheere se. She took every drop, there must have been five or six healthy squirts of thick cum into her throat, but I wanted some on her face for the camera. I pulled out and released the last of my cum all over her even uglier, now it was cum smeared and usually a sexy sight, face and tongue. Still holding her head I told her to suck out the cum and she put her lips on my tip and began to suck it like a lollipop. Those fucking lips were perfect for that. I could feel the remaining cum being pulled out to. I had my memories of my total seven year journey into the past with this last trip and saw my face over a decade younger in the mirror. I should have aged seven years and instead subtracted fourteen years from my life cells. The man in the mirror was about early thirties and suddenly my middle-aged receding hair-line was erased like it had never existed in the first place. I knew the doctors were astonished because my medical record showed I was only three months shy of sixty on my chart.With.