Indian Aunty 101

The guys all started hooting and clapping. Even Rashad. One of these idiots even gave her a little slap on the ass which gave her a jolt, but the nois... she made sounded like she kind of enjoyed it. Michelle looked me in the eye and told me that she deserves to be with a strong Alpha male type that could stick up for her. I sunk my head into my hands and started tearing up again, which only proved her point that I was a coward. Mike looked at me, then back at Michelle, and then unzipped his. A middle-aged couple with a dog on a lead stroll past, and I pull his hand down again to tummy-level. But as soon as they’re past his hand is snaking up, further this time so his fingers can find the firm pink bud of my nipple. I can feel my t-shirt being lifted up by his arm, exposing some pale flesh.“No!” I admonish, a bit sharper this time.“Oh Annie, I want you so much,” he mutters, nibbling at my ear now.“There’re too many people here,” I complain. I know I’m an exhibitionist, but there are. More

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