Aunty without sex

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His nose and cheeks were littered with freckles that he had inherited from his father but a majority of his looks came from his mother's side. It was raining heavily and was quite dark at half past 5 in the evening.

“ My moms ducey boyfriend is staying over again and you know how much I hate that guy” Alex sighed with frustration Alex Johnson was tall and lean he stood about 6’1 and had light brown hair, with piercing green eyes.The little murky light showing up in the sky from what’s left of the day added to the romantic effect of the whole setting.Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband.He eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiting for the next command. I was suddenly very conscious of my nudity underneath the saree and saw him lift his head up from his position below, getting an unhindered view of my shaven, now glistening pussy.He seemed mesmerized for few seconds which seemed to be a lifetime for me.His index finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh with some pressure, while his face was innocently looking at the fan.

That was a very very different sensation and I had never felt that with my husband ever before. He released his other hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare hip.

Armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move.

He shook the stool gently and quickly said ..”Madam, the base of the stool is not good.

His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch.

It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh.

I told him that I needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the ceiling fan. His face was actually only inches away and I could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. I had to stretch my hand wide , away from me and part my legs wider too , when I started cleaning the first blade of the fan in order to reach till the tip.