Indian Sexy Aunty

I smiled and took her hand. For another hour or so we meandered, disagreeing completely on what made art interesting. I had a great time.As we headed ...way, the Maserati growling quietly, Bianca suggested we head home for lunch, not the Chinese restaurant I'd planned on. I was eager to try Chinese. Sweet and sour sounded like an oxymoron. How could something be both at the same time?As soon as we entered the house Bianca took my hand. "Come on," she urged with a tug, leading me upstairs."What. "She gave me another hug and I savoured once more the delectable pleasureof burying my tearful face in her ripe soft breasts. Aunty Beverlygiggled as she reached for a tissue and wiped my tears from her cleavage.I stared at her and reached out for the tissue from her hand."Here, let me do that, I made them wet."Aunty Beverly giggled slightly then released the tissue and allowed myfingers to gently dab the tear stains from her breasts. I noticed therewere some damp bits around her firm pink. More

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