Let me say few words about my aunty. She is 33. Her husband is working in RTC has bus driver. Aunty does not have any child. Aunty used to stay on gro...nd floor we stay on first floor. She frequently comes to our place as she is more fond of our family. We freely move, chat with her and she is more friendly with our family members. Though she is 33, she still looks very charm. She has two beautiful tits, strong and straight and in the size of two big apples. She is very fair in color too. I was. “Only a hack round the lanes when the weather’s OK; how about yourself?” “Well, I sometimes get my bike out on a fine day.” I quipped, “How many horses are there?” I inquired. Iris laughed, “Only my gelding now, he’s grazing in the meadow: several were stabled here before the war but with the price of hay in the winter...” “Is your husband in the war Iris?” I asked cautiously. There was an uncomfortable silence before she answered. “Ronald was lost at sea over six months ago Margot.” She. “Huh, why?” “The bus is here.” He quickly withdrew his fingers from my honey pot and let my panties cover my pussy as we stood. The bus came to a stop right outside the opening to the shelter and on we hopped. We both flashed our bus tickets at the driver before moving to the back seat. We sat down just as the bus set off again. Just like the journey into Wakefield, I was looking out of the window at all the people walking up Westgate. Their costumes looked fantastic but all I could think. Since I am a dribbler not a shooter there wss a little cum that landed on her chin. She wiped it with her index finger and sucked it off of her finger with a pop sound. She said "That's some good stuff. Not like younger kids that has a raunchy taste to it." I said "I think both of you girls need to climb on me. Donna you sit on my face and Gina should ride my pecker. Donna, you should face the headboard so I can tongue you better. As Gina was riding on my cock as I was licking and sucking on.