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What’s going on here? Girija…….! ”I was really shocked hearing such a voice. I turned back and saw Sindhu aunty at the door really confused. We have forgotten to lock the door and Sindhu is back from the school so early. It’s a mistake. A big mistake. I thought to myself.She paused.Mom got up releasing my instrument and grabbed the sari from the floor and pressed it at her chest to hide her nakedness. My cock still hard like a high tempered piston soaked in mom’s saliva really pleased Sindhu. And as I searched for my clothes she said“Wait dear, Why this hurry?”She quickly closed the door to prevent further interruption and asked softly.Shall I join the party?” She asked.Mom was sweating heavily as her best friend caught her secret. Sindhu came near mom and kissed her forehead. Mom stood shocked, still with her clothes close to her body. Sindhu then turned towards me and kissed my lips and hold my cock with her one hand and moved its skin back and forth.“Comon Girija, have fun,” Sindhu. About an hour or so late I turned to my brother in Law and said ok where's your car, are you going to,take me home? Yes I was feeling a bit horny, randy, I don't care what you call it, too much alcohol and yes feeling I needed something. He led me quickly out back to his car, taking hold of me he kissed me, I did not stop him, not here I whispered to him, take me home. All the way back to my house his hand was between my thighs, I did not stop him, I needed to be touched. Dave parked his car on our drive, opening the door I led him into the front room, Coffee I,asked him, No he said good I repiied, do you want to take me to bed, I did not wait for a reply I,took his hand and led him upstairs, my clothes coming off as I walked to my bedroom, middle not put the light on, I got into bed naked, Dave was one minute after me, we were k**ding he was fondling me all over, biting sucking my tits, his fingers working at my pussy teasing my clit, I,was really worked up and wanted his cock.
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