Sharmila aunty smiled at me nervously. I then moved forward and held her panty and tugged it down and aunty got out of her panties immediately. Aunty ...as looking gorgeous. She was completely naked in front of me. I was enjoying the sight in front of me.I turned her around and pushed forward, forcing her to bend over the kitchen sink.I held her ass and I quickly inserted my cock straight up her hot wet pussy and started slamming her against the sink. My cock slid with ease in and out of her. I knew we were only talking about a pair of Swiss rolls worth maybe a quarter, but the way she said it made me feel warm all over. I half-remembered the Dr. Seuss book, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. When he discovered the meaning of Christmas his heart grew three sizes. I think it was three. Right then, my heart grew four."I was just thinking," I said as we cuddled. "If we get married for fifty years, we can do this about eighteen thousand times." Eighteen thousand two hundred and fifty,". Men are taught in subtle ways that women are not equal to them. We aren't, in many ways, but we are as good, or better, in many other ways, besides being mothers. Additionally, in order to succeed, some of my gender are not very forthright in their dealings with men, if fact, they are downright deceitful, if not worse. The crew would be much stronger if they built on each other's strengths, rather than undermining each other. I know I didn't express that well, but I think you understand what I. " “It feels good. The sensations are amazing. I didn't know that this could feel so good,” I said between breaths. “God, I am so fucking wet and excited right now. I am going to cum soon. Fucking you is so sexy. I love this babe.” By this time, her voice was getting husky. I could tell that she was really enjoying it. “Keep going babe, I am getting close to cumming as well. Oh, this feels so good. You look sexy kneeling between my legs and thrusting.” I put my legs up on her shoulders and.