Just so you guys know, both these stories are real incidents that happened to me and are not fictional at all.So, let me start now, right after the ev...nts of the previous story, I started dating Kriti and we start having a better bonding but our college life started and we would barely meet. We were getting really horny, missing the time we were both naked together, enjoying each other’s company. Most of the nights we would be sexting each other, talking about how we would have sex, how she. She slipped out of her gossamer clothes, her huge breasts falling heavily from their supports and bouncing gently as they settled. The tent in his pats rubbed against her rapidly moistening loins, her heat penetrating his layers of clothing. She wrapped him clumsily in her long arms, pulling him off balance, and he fell forward into her body, his face cushioned by her soft cleavage. He breathed in her familiar scent, delving his hands into her fat bosom, his fingers sinking into their supple. My large breasts ached to be touched. As Bob gently placed a fingertip on my left nipple, I practically melted. I stripped him of his shorts and underwear, his ten-inch cut cock swinging free. I knelt in front of it and took his tool in my hand. I slipped it into my mouth, working it back and forth, allowing my saliva to coat the thickness of his manhood. Bob closed his eyes as I shoved his cock deeper into my mouth. I pulled it out of my mouth and a string of saliva formed a sort of bridge. Hugo snorted. "Too bad for you, Danny. Welcome to Rios Sunday lunch hell."Hugo ducked the shot of the dishtowel as it swung at him. "For that, Mister, you volunteer to do the dishes," his aunt said.Brendan stood up to protest. "We only had one date." You slept with her," Aunt Delores said."Is there no privacy in this world?" Brendan said.The only reply was Hugo chortling as he reached into a closet to pull out the table extensions. The aunt was giving Brendan a look with her arms crossed. She.