Main daily jab bhi aunty upar aati jinka ist floor bilkul mere opposite tha, unse baat karta. Aunty ab ek pink colour ki nighty, jo kafi tight thi daa...kar 1st floor pe jhadu lagane aane lagi , unki nighty itni tight thi ki unki bra aur navel saaf dikhti thi, aunty ki navel kafi badi lagti thi.Wo khamoshi se safai karti rahti aur main unke figure ko niharta. Ab maine aunty se baat karna band kar diya aur bus unhe hi dekhta raha. Aunty shuru main to ek do baar thodi der ke liye dekhti lekin kuch. He changed the sheets on his bed.She said she wanted to take it slow, but better safe than sorry. He ran down and bought a couple bouquets of roses and dessert. A mix of pinks and whites. And a single red. Why not? He set the table up with the flowers and put the red in a tall glass by the bed.He set some chicken in a teriyaki marinade for a stir fry and made a salad. He let the cheesecake sit on counter in the bakery box.He whipped out candles. He showered, thought about the situation earlier. My mother was full of rage too, and so grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to our pouf. My mother forced me to my knees and pulled the silk top off me. I was there on my knees in the cold with only a bra on my torso; I felt ashamed and yet aroused; and then more ashamed because I was aroused. My mother got even angrier as I began to cry.‘OH, THIS IS RICH, YOU CRY AFTER YOU DESTROY YOUR FATHER’S GIFT!’ My mother screamed.My mother then bent me over the pouf and I felt my little skirt ride up my. As I slide my hand between my legs, I can feel my panties are moist. All I am is thinking about him touching me and his eyes on me, and I am getting so turned on. I imagine him kissing a trail from my breast to my clit. When I touch my clit I automatically lift my hips up from the sensation. I slowly and gently run my finger up and down my lips, picturing there are his tongue. My other hand is still caressing my beast and softly pinching my nipples. I move one finger to my opening and I slowly.