Curvy Indian Auntie

“Show me too.” I demanded and he did as I made them all a cup of tea. Eporner I skedaddled into the
kitchen with him close behind. “Flashing your bits like that and now you’ve
started stripping in front of your window.” He curled his thick lips
and his brow was furrowed as he continued, “a man can only take so
much. He
looked mean and moody and the type of man you wouldn’t want to cross. None of them would normally
have come across my radar; in fact the big guy (Oz?) was nearly
repulsive and the man I’d chatted to was now like a big friendly uncle. My fingers kept wandering across my perky boobs, tickling my nipples and
squeezing the taught flesh. “Still no stockings?” Oz shouted. I brazenly walked naked across the landing and
rummaged in her secret drawer until I found what I wanted. “That’s a thought.” Wayne considered then pressed his bell end against
my greasy arse hole.