"Thank you, my dear; please take care of your mother, and be gentle with her." Aunt Lillian blushed a deep crimson, "I have no uncertainty in that dir...ction, though."I gave her a peck on the cheek and left with the necklace hidden in the boot of my car.Next morning, I sat and watched Mum as she busied herself in the kitchen after breakfast and at a convenient break in her seemingly unending round of domestic chores, said to her, "Mum, please sit down for a moment, I need to talk to you." She. We ate dinner talked about all sorts of things and simply were having a great time. I got another beer and refilled her wine glass again, except that the bottle ran out and only filled it halfway. I brought it out and told her that I emptied the bottle apologizing for not filling her glass. Jokingly, I said, “So you’ve been hitting the sauce pretty heavy tonight, huh? A whole bottle?” “Oh no, no, no! I opened that yesterday! I swear!” “Oh sure you did.”, I laughed and winked at her. “OK well,. Then he caught my boobs and went crazy pressing them and sucking them. Bhabhi said, why dont you tit fuck your sister dear. He immediatley complied and inserted his nice wet lund between my breasts. Bhabhi started rubbing and licking my pussy at the same time. I was going totally crazy. Then bhaiya went down and licked some pussy of bhabhi . It was cazy sez all around. My pussy was going crazy and wanted my brother’s lund inside. I lied down on my back and bhabhi held bhaiya’s lund and licked. I reach in and take down her top.Like the coach, I bring it to my nose and breathe in the rich, intoxicating mixture of sweat and scent and perfume. But that is not my query and I hang it back up. I turn to the door where a large picture of Troy Kelly, resplendent in his football gear, is taped. He looks like every other grinning, moneyed, blond athlete looks: handsome, arrogant, and vapid.But he is not the object of my desire, either. I flick at the bottom edge of the picture and lift it up,.