I'd heard her conversation with her "special friend" on the answering machine. If you answer our phone after the machine starts to record, it continue... to record unless you turn it off. Only then it records both sides of the conversation.Yesterday as I breezed into my apartment I found Jackie wasn't home. That was unusual because she normally gets home about an hour before me. She hadn't called my cell so I checked the answering machine in the kitchen. The little red light was blinking to tell. Now my uncle was out for a business tour for one month and as usual pramila aunty used to spend most of her time in our house.As it was Diwali festival and uncle was out aunt asked me to help her in cleaning and all.While cleaning many times I brushed my cock on her ass or touched her boobs by mistake but she didn’t respond in any way so it was a green signal for me.One day suddenly my mom and dad had to go to our village due to some emergency and they told aunt to take care of me.Hearing this. Her name was Mary Anne Evans." "I see. Shall we be doing mid-Victoriana dialogue then?" "Fuck no. I'm a hack, not an alchemist. We'll do it in good old twenty-first-century style." "Probably easier." "Definitely easier." "And the occasion of this conversational event?" "Our first meeting, I think. You've called upon the exceedingly famous George Eliot and I've granted you an audience. How's that?" "Fine. Shall I start?" "That would be helpful." "May I say what an honour it is to meet the. Oh, fuck it, go for my clit and make me splatter your face. Do it now!" Despite her order, I kept my tongue sliding around and not touching her clit just yet. 'I'm having too much fun making you moan and shake. I'll make you cum when I'm good and ready, lady,' I thought, reaching up onto her breasts. I grabbed onto them, squeezed them tightly and my head rose. "I'm experimenting with you, so wait for it, hussy," I made clear, applying pressure to her tits and lowering my mouth back to her.