Tabhi meine socha ki aunty ko kitchen mein help karne ke bahane unke body ko touch karu aur mein unke pas jakar khada hokar unki hlp karne laga. Mein ...dhar udhar hote huye unki gand ko 2-4 bar chu chuka tha par unka koi response nahi tha.Phir mein unki boobs pe nazar dalne laga toh woh samjh gayi aur mujhe gusse wale chehre se dekha aur puchi-kya dekh rahe ho? Mein saram se lal ho gya bt mera lund tana hua tha. Unhone chupi nazaro se mere lund ko dekh lia tha. Meine kaha- kuch nahi aunty, toh. "Yeah, you like it, don't you?" Her tone was self-confident and yet seductive, imperious. I couldn't help myself; "Yes," I whispered. "Yes, what, Brian? Tell me what you like." My heart was hammering in my chest; I couldn't seem to think straight. All I could do was gaze in awe at my own sister, a vision of lust personified. Blushing and keeping my eyes fixed on the floor I answered, "You. I like you, Karen. You're gorgeous." She laughed, a low, throaty chuckle. "There. “Mmmm, nice subject matter,” I repeated as I complimented him. For a while I caressed his manhood, feeling it throb, feeling its shape, feeling its warmth, feeling its strength and size. I embraced it longingly, feeling every inch of it and gently stroking it up and down. We both smiled at each other silently as I did so. I then slipped my palm down, cupping his hanging, twin balls, hopefully full of the cream I had seen in so many pictures and videos of Chris’s. “I’m so looking forward to this. As the warm water coursed through her system, Darla began to shake and thrash about on the now very slick oil coated table, while six very strong masculine hands held her firmly in place. The sensation of the bubbles and water flowing up into her nether region caused Darla to moan and shriek with desire as she felt her thin walls being stretched and massaged by the fast-moving current. And then, just when she thought she could no longer hold any more water, Darla then heard the enema machine.