No, I never felt like this before” this song was playing in my mind for some reason which was giving me a painful erection due to this beautiful vis...on before me. I continued to observe.My young Indian aunt moved her hand towards the bed table. She opened the draw and pulled out something. It was a bottle of Nivea deodorant and then something weird happened.Aunt started to lick the bottle from bottom to top like a Popsicle. Shit!! That bottle looks just like a 7” erect cock. Man! Indian women. That smile, I cant help but smile just as eagerly as he did, or maybe more. I head to the bar to get us another round of drinks, just to prove that I am way better than his girlfriend. Yeah she is prettier than me but man is she spoiled. I on the other hand am calm, can take a joke, and be one of the guys, with the exception of my boyfriend. Im an average of 5 and small breasts but an awesome pair of legs and a great ass. So I get back and of course as always the one topic I know nothing of so. "Bend over my desk," he said with authority.Paige leaned on her forearms, her back facing Tim. He slowly raised her skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband. Plain full white panties, the kind a grammar school girl would wear covered her spectacular ass. Tim had to adjust his fully erect cock before he could continue."This is a serious offense! Whack!"His hand landed solidly on her left cheek. Paige made no response. "Whack!" The right cheek had its turn. Still nothing. It took three more. ”“I know that feeling.” Dana sighed and sat back in her chair, thinking of her dead girlfriend’s motorcycle. “You want to feel like you’re carrying a piece of someone forward, that they somehow still exist. Which they do. Know that for a fact, actually.”“Oh?” Velvet perked up at Dana’s words. “Is it because of the whole zombie thing?”“Partially. I live with a woman whose job it is to escort people to the afterlife. Unless she’s a supernatural con-artist, I’m inclined to believe there’s enough.