Pakistani Aunty 2

She was cooking something on the stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefoot form. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front looked even better than the back! The first thing I noticed were those bright green eyes on the cutest face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Her face was nice and round but it definitely reflected that she was lean and trim. Her mouth was a little small, but it quickly turned to the nicest smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small round breasts hiding under her apron. I could not tell how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could feel Captain Wood begin to stand at attention. “Good morning sleepy,” she said as she set the spatula down and took a step in my direction. “Happy birthday.” “G…g…good…morn…morning.” I stammered as I was taken aback by the soft silkiness of her voice. “I’m Lissa C.” she said as she turned back around to give the eggs she was cooking a quick flip. Holy shit is she gorgeous! My heart instantly began pounding at a million miles per hour as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having Hardcore a really hard time even speaking due to the absolute beauty that was standing only a few feet away from me. She was the living creation of my ultimate fantasy girl with her blonde hair pulled back into one big ponytail, green eyes, slim athletic figure and a voice that seemed to drop right out of the heavens. Talk about a birthday! She spun back around and gave me a quick look up and down before her gaze stopped at my face. “I’ll bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here.” she said with a little bit of a ruffle to her Big Tits brow as her left hand come up to rest on her hip. “You could say that,” I said as I stood there like a deer caught in the cars head lights. “Your dad offered to let me stay here for a while,” she responded as she scooped the eggs and bacon out of the frying pan and set them on a plate. “What for?” I asked as she stepped across the kitchen and set the plate down on the counter in front of the first bar stool. She looked at me sideways with a bit of a troubled look on her face before she responded. “Gee,” she scoffed as she set out a fork next to the plate, “not much in the way of manners,” she said in just a barely audible tone. What the fuck was she talking about! This was my house! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an instant. Just who in the hell does she think she is?! She glanced over at me for an instant before she turned to get a glass from the cupboard. I could not tell if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a glass of orange juice sat next to the plate. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the rage that was coursing through my veins. “Come on,” she said as she turned to the stove to start cleaning up, “Eat before your food gets cold.” I was flabbergasted! I didn’t know how to react to this woman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down indian on the bar stool. The aroma coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two eggs over easy with 4 strips of bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with toast and orange juice. I pushed. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple inches unused. But the damage was done. Cathy stuck her head out the door Big Tits and told us to ‘ sit your asses down and talk. Sara loved sex, even though we didn’t have as often as we used to. He pulled out a pad of paper and a voice recorder, first stating our names and the date for the record. “Pita!” I moaned, my voice echoing through the room. Satisfied? Tom knew he had to get away from her to remove the temptations of her body. It was intimate, innocent, and deeply confusing. I've been hard all day at school. The only reason I’m even back here is...” Hardcore “Mmm. “Something good, huh…” Brian said, thinking back to the better dares that had been thrown around back when he played in high school. Peter grinned to himself. Was Manjula even interested in dating? Turning to Mellos he started again. Go into the bathroom and get me a warm damp washcloth so I clean this stuff from my face.” She took a indian couple of minutes to rest and quench her thirst with the rest of her beer. Now there was no more crying or dryness, she was willing and cooperating and joining in with enthusiasm. The entire place was lit up and I could hear loud music coming from the house. Amy watched the older woman as she walked into the bathroom. “Being licked are we dear?” Julie’s voice curled out of the speakers and seemed to touch Michelle’s very soul by its casual intensity, and after a pause went on, “best you had better CUM.” The last word was hissed like a command that sent an electric shock through Michelle who without thought complied and writhed and jerked in orgasm, all the time her eyes locked with Julie’s as she flooded into Deepti’s mouth. What do you see my Beauty? I was surprised at the power and speed the small motion of my wrist could generate in the tip of the switch, coupled with the vastly increased level of precision. My sisters moaned. The security guys were here. I said. Let it come. Passion had been Silvia Dawnbark once, and she had not lost that part of her, because she had not degraded to Sentience. I always do what he tells me.