Fat Aunty With sweetheart

Up until now, I always had to sneak glances and admire women from afar and it always made me felt like I was lurking in the shadows like some sort of pervert. Openly looking at Alyssa’s body while she looked at mine felt so liberating. Up until now, I had always felt like I was doing something wrong and letting go of that guilt felt amazing. With trembling hands, I removed my top and I could feel her eyes drinking my body in. She reached out and gently touched my shaking hands to steady me. She whispered, “It's okay, Melanie.” Once she released my hand, she unbuttoned her tight jeans and slid them down her caramel colored thighs. I took a deep breath which helped to calm me down somewhat, and I unbuttoned the fly on my jean skirt and let it fall to the ground. She took a step forward and reached behind my back and undid my bra which released my large breasts from their confines. I watched as her eyes traveled lower to my breasts, and she seemed to be fixated on them. There was such a hunger in her eyes and she looked at me the way men did, and it was an incredible indian turn on. “They’re so beautiful, Mel,” she said, in a voice barely above a whisper. She then took a step backward and unhooked her own bra. Her small breasts were, dare I say, perfect. Perfect 32 B's that were topped with tiny brown nipples and her chest was rising and falling with each labored breath she took. Simultaneously, we lowered our panties and drank in each other's bodies. I felt as if I was almost paralyzed because I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. It was as if she could sense my apprehension, or at least see it in my eyes. Wordlessly, she took my hand and led me to the bed and we lay next to each other on top of the blankets. “Alyssa… I… I… I'm not sure how much I can…” Her voice cut me off. “Mel, it's okay, we can take it slow. How about if we just touch ourselves?” Wordlessly, I nodded my head. I watched as her hands moved over her stomach and then up to her breast as she gently kneaded them and slowly ran her fingers over her hardening nipples. She let out a little moan as the small nubs of flesh passed through her fingertips. She opened her legs and one of her hands traveled further south while her fingers continued to play with her hard nipples. It felt as if I was mesmerized because I had never seen anything so erotic in my life. Her fingers gently pulled the tuft of black pubic hair above her pussy as she teased herself. Then, her index finger split the brown lips of her vagina as she slowly ran it up and down and I noticed the moisture that had collected on it. While I watched her, it was almost as if I was in a trance and paralyzed because I felt as if my brain no longer had control of my body. Her breathing was shallow and labored as she continued to work herself up. She then dipped a finger inside of her vagina and her thumb moved rapidly over her clit. I realized that I was subconsciously rubbing my breast and pulling my nipples while she touched herself in front of me. Her eyes were closed, though, so I knew she wasn't witnessing my hands on my body. She was taking short little sips of breath now and then suddenly, her body stiffened and she shook violently and I knew she was releasing. After about a minute, her breathing returned to normal and our eyes met and we gently smiled at each other. “Mel, if you don't want to…” ‘No Alyssa,” I interrupted. Peeking over her shoulder, she stayed in that position for longer than was decent as she smiled at me as I stood there gawping at her perfectly round butt. The official photographer took lots of shots, group and individual. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.� One day, I was sitting at the dining room table, and mom was on the phone with her cousin Jackie. He got the money from her and left. It did seem like it felt slightly easier, although it was difficult to concentrate on anything other than the tingling where Wade had touched her. That was all I saw before my back arched and my eyes closed when James tongue ran lightly across my clit. What do you mean by that Uncle Steve?” What must he think about his wife? There seemed to be a surplus of women, thought Grace, surprised. Every blast shot rapture to my mind. He stopped and, before he had a chance to turn around, I reached him with a long stride. “This indian is super embarrassing.” She did a wonderful job raising John. In those days I used to wear thick, baggy tops to hide my small breasts and nipples that always seemed to be hard. Flipping the case open she cooed, "Hello Marcus." I pull off my apron and hang it on the hook. And I am going make sure she done some expanding before the night is over.” Lisa swallows nervously, her lips still wet from Wendy. she worked her way down until I felt her ass cheeks start to butt against my cock. "Oh my god, oh shit Ohhhhh ...