To mene uska muh mere aur karke directly lip kiss karne laga, wo thodi der bad responce dene lagi, mene usse kiss karne ke baad bola me kabse tumhe mi...na chahta tha par kah nahi pata tha. Usne muje bola me bhi yahi chahti thi par aap hi pehle muje milne ko bole wo ho rah dekh rahi thi.. ye sunke muje aur josh aa gaya aur me usse uthake uske bataye huye bed roome me le gaya.,aur waha usse kiss karne laga aur uske boobs dabane laga…wo mere pant ke upar se mere lund pe hath fer rahi thi.Fir mene. ” She walked towards me, placed her hands firmly on my cock and said, “I did like looking at you stroking your big cock when I was sucking off Matthew.” Looking at Matthew, she asked, “Can I give Dave a blowjob, Matthew?” I looked at Matthew, waiting for him to answer, but Mia did not wait for that answer. She immediately got on her knees, took my painfully erect cock out and started to lick the shaft from bottom to top. Her warm wet tongue gave extra attention to my frenulum each time it. But I realised I was getting more and more aroused as smack after smack rained down on me.Now I was rubbing myself against her legs and suddenly I knew I had to stop or it would be too late. I said, ‘Auntie, I really think you should stop before it’s too late.’Just as she said, ‘What are you talking about.’I spurted all my spunk over her legs.She stopped smacking and said, ‘Whatever have you done, that’s disgusting, I’m your auntie, that’s very naughty of you.’I stood up my cock still half. But a different kind of funny than Tami. It couldn't be love, because it was different from what I felt for Tami. It wasn't just lust. I knew what lust felt like. Lust was Robbie's sister, Samantha, who not only was a swimsuit model but had just missed getting the cover of this year's Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. After sitting across from her at dinner I knew the editors were crazy.So to recap: I was in love with Tami. I felt something more than lust for Robbie. And I'd give my spleen.