Or tabse karna pada mujheMe: don’t worry aunty or mat karna na pls mujhe acha nai lagta ki apko koi or touch kareAunty: hmmm tujhe aisa kyu lagne la...a haiMe: pata nai bas acha nai lagta, mat karna or plsAunty: acha baba nai karungi, par ek conditions hMe: han kya hai boloAunty: jab v me bulau tujhe ana padegaMe: are aunty ye v koi bolne ka baat h, ap bolo to me har din k liye wahin aa jata hu jab chaho karengeAunty: ha ha itna desperate h kya karne k liye mere sathMe: han bht man karta h, kal. She was a cheerleader and very fit. Her body was compact and rock solid, with smallish breasts, trim tight legs and a firm little bubble butt.I was smitten.I'd avoided linking with anyone (apart from my parents) since Izzy had gone off to college. I think I was afraid of getting too close emotionally.Vickie and I had been going out for about three weeks. I had become a minor soccer star, working my way up to the Varsity squad mostly on the basis of my size, and Vickie was a Prom Queen/Head. But this wasn't one of them.Once more she pushed sex from her mind, or so she thought. When the final mental sex attack came, she was totally unprepared for it, her defences were down.“Bloody hell, not now, can't your horny cunt wait just one hour for his cock?” The woman chastised herself as the familiar itch in her groin started again. “One fucking hour, just one fucking hour!”As she berated herself, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. An itch was an itch and it had to be scratched.“Oh. She only stopped when the skirt was crumpled up around her waist."Keep looking at yourself, bitch," Rita snapped out. "You're a slut!" Her hands slid below Doris's tits, and in the mirror we could now see her nipples standing out huge and erect. "Put your hand in your knickers, slut," came Rita's next order. Doris wailed, "Nooooo!" and helplessly shook her head, but she had to give in. Her hand slid under the waistband. Rita took hold of her wrist and jerked her hand up and down. "Rub.