Her hand felt so good and I couldn't help but respond, but with running my fingers through hers. No words spoken at that moment as we just enjoyed eac... others touch, her beautiful eyes looking at me. Fuck it, I leaned in, kissing her. She responded with such a heated passionate kiss, her tongue playing with mine, her hands on my face and head, mine on her, bringing her closer to me. I pulled away from the kiss briefly as I brought her to me, telling her how beautiful she is. Whitney said she. .Jab mene door bell bajai toh aunty ne darwaja khola …Aunty ne pink colour ki shorts pehni thi ..Maa kasam kya dikh rahi thi aisa lag raha tha ki mein use pakadke wahi par chod du ..Meine jaise taise control kiya lekin chote miya nahi maan rahe the woh salami de rahe the..Aunty ne muje welcome kiya.Aunty ne mere liya nimbu sharbat laya…Glass lete wakt mere hath se glass fisal gaya aur sara sharbat mere pant pe gir gaya ..Pant puri gili hui thi ..Aur gili hone ke karan chote miya ki salami saaf. I’ll hit the sack soon. Bye. I love you.’ I bitterly smiled, I’m still hurt every time I hear you speak with her, much more every time you tell her those three words. But what can I do, I agreed with this set-up, I’m just a part-time lover. You turned around and smiled at me, tapping your lap asking me to sit on it. I sit obediently, and wrap my arms around your neck. ‘So what are you planning to do tonight?’ you smiled and asked. ‘Seduce you perhaps.’ I said proudly and innocently. You. It stung like hell, but I was quickly instructed to swap hands so the unpunished one was now on top before a second stroke was applied, just as hard as the first. I cupped my hands and blew into them to try and take away the sting. I also tried waving them about and squeezing them under my armpits, but the pain was so intense. I was curtly informed to hold them both up again and this time I involuntarily pulled them away as she applied the stroke, resulting in the leather just catching my.