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I could give you a hint. It’s something you have always wanted.”, Aunt Sheen said with an arched eyebrow. I was wondering what it could be, as there were quite a few things I had wanted for a long time. “Mm.. Your ass?” , I asked with a devilish grin, being unable to come up with any guesses. “Ha ha ha!” Aunt Sheen laughed and indian lightly Hardcore smacked my shoulder, “No, you naughty boy! I want to gift you a bike.” I was stunned. At first I figured Aunt Sheen must be joking because my folks were against me getting a motorcycle at this age. “The thing is I don’t know anything about motorcycles so I haven’t bought it yet. I want you to come with me to the motorcycle showroom and choose one for yourself. How’s that, sweetheart?” said Aunt. “Wow!” I exclaimed and wanted to shout out loud. She gags a few times, but he can feel her throat relax and let him enter. Obviously she wanted to make love in a bright room. "Yes have you totally nude'" he replied. “Just doing anything someone wants. I slipped my thumb into her quivering pussy, and played with her clit with the rest of my fingers as I ate out her ass. I gritted my teeth. Hardcore Especially compared to her...our daughter. She just giggled to herself and gave his bum a playful slack with one of her hands. She moaned as she felt the finger enter her again, joined by a second, then withdrawn, then she felt something else touch her. This wicked, wild heat rippled through indian me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.