.Dr ne kuch drops de diye aakho me dalne k liye..Kaam hone k baad hum log ghar k liye nikal gaye…Ghar jate vakt hum logo n drops le liye…Finally h...m log aunty k ghar pahuche…Dono bahut thank gaye the…Aunty n coffee banayi dono k liye…Our kuch snacks khane ko de diya…Khane k baad mai aunty ko bola ab me nikalata hu…But aunty boli ki tu jayega to aakho me drops kon dalega…Vo boli ki 2 mins me drops daal k chala ja…Maine kaha thik he…Drops dekhe to 3 the our usme likha rha ki 10 min ka gap rakhana. I was in the 7th cloud now. She was sucking like a pro.After some time she came over me, I rolled her and laid her in bed and started taking her salwar. She was wearing white printed panty inside and it had a wet patch over her pussy.I kissed her thighs, it was milky white, she was shivering and continuously moaning. I touched her over pussy, she just held my hand. I told her to be comfortable and proceed further. I slide her panty aside and touched her clit, she left out loud moan and started. " That's nice. I imagine it's not the sort of thing you'd want bandiedabout, though, eh?"I shook my head in agreement. "Well, no. It'd cause all sorts ofcomplications for me if this ever got out at work--" I stopped short. Afragment of a recent conversation suddenly popped into my head. "Ireally ought to be going," I said, taking a step towards the door. "It'sgetting late. Nice to meet you, Mrs...?" Wardle, dear. Celia Wardle. I'm sure you must know my grandson. Hisname's Andrew. You and he. ”“Well, I hope you don’t have any tan lines.” He said with a giggle.“Actually, I don’t”, I said laughing but also telling the truth.“I think you need to prove that to me.”“OK, when?”He stood silent for a minute, looking at me and, I guess, trying to determine if I was serious or just messing with him. “There’s a party tonight, so why don’t I pick you up at 7:00.”“But what about Cindy?” By the look on his face, I realized I might have messed up with that question.“She is out of town with her.