“I figured this trick out when I was about twelve. O.J. okay for a mixer? Unless you want it straight?”“Good lord, no. I still don’t know if I...should at all.”“Come on. Live a little.” He held the bottle up and waved it in front of her while fixing her with the most tempting stare she’d ever beheld.Rae blew out a long breath as a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room ran up her spine and said, “Oh, what the hell. O.J. is fine.”“That’s the spirit. The O.J. is in the mini. What was so important about that?Maybe it was the practice of watching from afar. Maybe it was the colour or her eyes, even in profile and half closed. Or was it the familiar line from her chin to her breast that drew his eyes to the people in the background. Or the lustrous rich colour of her hair. So rich, the colour of spring. Luring him to press his face to it, to plant his lips against it. And the white dress, a beautiful silk sheath that clung to her, that made her body glow in sharp. One day morning while passing by the road in cycle I saw an aunty coming in opposite at an age of mid 35 with whopping voluptuous body structure 36 30 34(I got to know from her later) in a nighty, curves formed lines on that nighty which made me follow her immediately turned my cycle and she is looking downward n walking. I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass, as she was swaying I could feel the current inside me like waves on seeing the bra and panty lining. Her bottom is well toned perfectly. . Do you like to grab your cock and jerk off?" "Um, yes..." He said. Not knowing where this conversation was going."I bet you've got some titty magazines in here too...don't you. Let's see..." Alexa stood, and walked over to Andrew's bed. She slid a hand under the mattress and pulled out three ratty looking magazines. She sat on the bed and started flicking through them, smiling as she came across some pages that were stuck together. "These must have been good, Andrew. Come over here and sit.