The more they required of her submission, the more she seemed to smolder. There were many photographs that showed her thighs flooded with arousal. Thi... fueled my own arousal and fantasies.After a couple of days, a thought came to the forefront of my mind. I wondered if she would submit to me. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted it. While I wanted her to submit to me, she was still my aunt and I didn’t want to ruin whatever relationship I might have with what was basically left of my. Phir sham ko bhaiya k ane k bad humne dinner kiya or so gayeOr subah me jb utha to bhabhi kitchin me nashta bna rhi thi to me bhi chala gaya or bhabhi ki gand masalte hue bola aam ras pi lu to bhabhi boli dur hato abhi nhi bhaiya dekh lenge tabhi bhaiya ae to me dur hat gaya to bhaiya bole kya mang raha tha to me dar gya or bola wo me bhabhi se kah rha tha mujhe aam ras do na to bhabhi mana kr rhi he to bhaiya bole kyu simran mna kyu kr rhi ho to bhabhi boli ha deti hu pahle nashta to bana lu. Every moment of the day had been agony. Her little spree with Mr Edwards did nothing to satisfy her sexual cravings. Sitting down was agony. She was afraid to open her legs, and when she did the fresh air would send lovely tingles all across her sex. She would cross them, but then her skirt would ride up her thighs and make her even more exposed...and excited. The warm caress of her thighs fueled the fire between her legs, her pussy red raw and aching. It would itch and beg for relief, so she. And so on and so forth. Neither of us was prepared to 'take one for the team'; we'd done it before for each other (a few times, actually) but in this particular case, no chance. 'How about we toss a coin?' I suggested, tired of arguing.'You'll accept it if you lose, will you?''Probably not, ' I said, deciding it was pointless to lie. 'OK, so I guess it's a case of "may the best man win", ' grinned Jack.'What, we both try and pull the hottie?''Yeah.'I was less than impressed with this. As every.