The inside of the house was dark and musty smelling. The only furnishings in the room were a big mattress with no sheet, lying askew in the front room... "This is where you stay at?" I asked incredulously."Naw," he said, "this is where I hang." Ah, I thought, a personal fuck pad for you and your friends. The shadiness of the place only heightened my excitementHe walked over to the mattress and sat down on the edge, legs splayed, grinning. I knew what to do. I came over and stood over him, the top. She was climbing off him, drawing her tight channel from around his bulged erection, so that it slapped wetly onto his stomach. ‘Stay hard,’ was her panting instruction to him, like that would be a problem. ‘Patrick, I want Patrick…’But Patrick was already bearing down on her, his arousal rammed out in front of him in a great thick spike. ‘Come and join us,’ she said huskily, her hand already reaching out to touch his advancing cock. But he had a different game to play.‘No Pam,’ he said with. Gauri aunty is in the hospital. She’s in a critical condition’I woke up immediately. Gauri aunty was my Grandmother’s sister in law. She was about 60 years of age and was one of the kindest people I knew. I got ready in a hurry and took the bus to the hospital. My mother and the rest would follow in my uncle’s car, but I didn’t want to wait. It may not be worth mentioning, but I now lived in my mother’s family house with 8 others.By the time I reached the hospital, I knew I’d made a mistake by. "I was just rapt in thoughts, did you say something?" You tried to look happy and it seemed to have worked. "I was just asking what you wanted to do for your 18th birthday, since you're going to be a man in a few hours." The voice of her becoming more and more teasing towards the end of the sentence.Abbigail Doster was a real beauty, light skin, about 5'4 tall, not fat, but not slim either, luscious breasts and a backside to infuriate gods. She had curves in all the right places, full lips,.