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Aunty: So sweet of you.Me: Your welcome.Ab main unka trolley bag car se nikaalta hu. Fir shayad unke husband ka phone aata hai. Wo phone pe baat karne lagti hai, aur main unki polri body ko apni aankhon se scan karna start kar deta hu. Khaas kar aunty ki gaand aur tight boobs, jo blouse se baahar aane ke liye tadap rahe the, itna tight blouse unhone pehan rakha tha.Aunty (Phone pe baat karte hue): Haa, main pahunch gayi hu. Haa theek hu. Hmmm, okay bye.Me: Chaliye andar chalte hai.Fir hum andar aate hai. Maine pehle se hi kamre ka ac on kar diya tha, jisse room kaafi chilled ho gaya tha. Aunty ko bhi room mein ab kaafi acha lag raha tha. Fir main gaya refrigerator se do glasses mein cold drink le aaya. Aur fir hum logo ne wo pee li.Main unhe peete hue dekh raha tha. Kya raseele honth the yaar. Mann to kar raha tha liplock kar lu. Fir maine apne aap ko control kiya.Aunty: 2 din meri meeting hai beta. So do din kya main yaha ruk sakti hu?Me: Of course aunty. Ye bhi koi poochne wali baat. Since there was only 1 stool near the computer….i asked her to sit and i was standing behind her to explain the operations of computer….I was teaching her how to hold the mouse and how to navigate….she was finding it difficult to navigate it..she held her hand to help her….I could feel her warm skin….and since i was standing behind …I could smell her essence as well…..My little brother started getting hard…..and somehow i was avoiding to touch her….since i was helping her and bending from behind her….my erection was touching her……even she was feeling it and somehow she didnt respond negatively….this was helping my confidence and by each passing moment over her my breadths were getting heavy and I could feel her heaviness in breadth as well….there was moment when we could hear our heavy breadths….I was getting uncontrolled….slowly i caressed her arms and she didnt say anything and that was a positive sign….i reached her til shoulder and press her shoulders and slowly was feeling her.
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