I already had a desperate erection and now I freed it from its confines for I feared if I remained to watch what was obviously happening next, then a ...amp patch might later give me away. Aunt Anna was pressed against an old wooden work bench with her expensive dress pulled up around her hips to reveal plump thighs and black lace knickers. The man stepped closer and I caught a glimpse of his hand reaching down before his body blocked my view. Aunt Anna gasped and closed her eyes tight. Her hands. She had removed her panties and was rubbing them on my face and teasing me. Surely this was a dream. After a few minutes of teasing me like that, I felt her hand ever-so-slowly start rubbing my chest and belly and on downward towards the waist band of my briefs. Now, I wanted to see just how far she would take this and I feigned sleep. As her hand slid under the waist band and grasped my soft cock, I started thinking about what was wrong with the truck and what to do to fix my scheduling. I. No, maybe not."Like a fool I fell for his ploy and 'persuaded' him to tell me his thought."Okay," he grinned, "you asked for it. I just thought it would be nice if you entertained us." How?" I asked.In the pause that followed I felt my pussy gushing, had a strange man walked in the door and told me to have sex with him I would have leapt on him, how much more open I was to the wiles of those I loved."Well you could take off your clothes." Martin grinned across the room at me."Okay." I grinned. We exchanged pleasantries and info about each other. She was a graduate working for a private bank and lived with a roommate in Chennai. Her native was Bombay. After chatting we decided to meet up at CCD(café coffee day, in case if u r from Pluto). On the D-day she turned up wearing a black chudidaar. She had a good sense of dressing. Though we were good friends online, the first 5 minutes was not too comfortable. Then the devil’s kiss (a flavor) helped us break the ice. We yapped for the next.