Now, then, what makes you think your mother isn't a sexy lady too? Or do you think I'm a tramp?"He grimaced. "Oh, no, I don't think you're a tramp, Au...t Millie."She gently rubbed her tits and thrust her pussy at his stroking fingers. "Then what is it? Your mother doesn't even have a husband around to take care of her sexual needs. I do. And still I let you fuck me." She sighed. "You must think I'm a tramp." Jesus, Aunt Millie, I think you're the greatest," the boy said and he looked so earnest. Sam set the running lights then the spot lights over the water for an early evening of catfishing. As the steaks were cooking Sam was eyeing this princess that had agreed to be his company on this River Boat. Slipping into the bedroom, Abby shut the door. Feeling more at ease she slipped her dress off. The evening’s cool air came through the window, blowing her hair back as she slipped into a short sundress. Pulling her hair up, she tied it with a ribbon. Knowing that dinner would be done soon,. All the times he asked to file papers in the lowest of cabinets, and he would sneak up behind her to secretly smell then eat her pussy.“So are you calling just to discuss old times” Savita asked cutting his memories short. “Actually Savita I have a favour to ask of you” said Mishraji “ I have a fantasy of mine that I would like to fulfil and I thin k you would be perfect for it”“I guess I do owe you for hiring me for my first job” Savita agreed. She tried to question him about what the favour. I had a second to regain my breath I thought but the bastard immediately pulled out, his cock making a popping sound as it exited my ass. Then, again he f***ed his cock deep into me until I felt his balls slapping my pussy lips. I cried in pain as he ****d my ass over and over again. Mr. Online laughed as I cried, ‘What were you saying earlier slut? That I was ‘too weak to take a real woman like’ you?’ ‘Fuck you, you bastard!’ I yelled out at him. ‘you’re a fucking pervert, r****g me.’ He.