Jordanian ConnectionChapter 7 The Mystery Woman
When I waked up around ten on Tuesday morning, Aunt Alia was gone. I went to the bathroom. When I returned to the bedroom, I found Aunt Alia dressed in a sexy outfit. She was in a white tight sleeveless minidress, obviously with nothing underneath. We kissed, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands explored her ass and tits, massaging her outlined nipples through the dress. She had a hand behind my head and the other stroked my hardening cock. "I have something different for you this...