She said she’ll finalize once my uncle arrived. It’s been a few years since I last saw them. They were all modern people, unlike us. Aunt Elsa was...a real MILF. She had all the curves needed. My cousin Leah was also smoking hot. Maybe it’s the way they dress or the way they carry themselves.Maybe all people from the city looks this way. My place was a little outer Chennai and was not exactly a lavish place. Maybe that’s why all this was exciting me so much.Anyway, it was almost 1 o’clock when I. They start cooking and drinking. Before long every one is pretty well buzzed. Then rumors start. Well the second afternoon I thought I had had enough and went for a walk. Went to my cabin and sure enough some one is in there fucking. No I did not see who as I walked in, heard the fucking, turned around walked out. Went a couple of cabins down and walked in. Empty! Locked the door and figured I would take a nap. Then I heard noise in the bathroom. Thinking it was k**s, I swung open the door. She was in her fifties, not beautiful by any means — slim almost to the point of being skinny, which only served to emphasise her full breasts. Her hair was iron grey, and her face was showing signs of becoming lined, but her legs were, she felt, her best feature, perhaps apart from her breasts — very long and shapely, with slim ankles.Her son Jamie took after her — tall for his age, gangly, with tousled hair, and she loved him passionately.Nearly fifteen years ago, a man had picked her up in a. Her big 42D titties are handing upside down against her shoulders, the white undersides vulnerable and enticing. I pick up the sort whip and stand to one side and start swinging. She'd taunted me before, the conversation ran through my mind. "As far as the 'no blood' is concerned, what are you afraid of? I'm a big girl. Maybe you could see just a little bit. Maybe if the whipping gets intense?" It goes through my mind again and again, powering my right arm as it goes up and down and up and down.