"Roger loves to gamble. He is constantly on the telephone with one bookie or another while we slave for him at the office. I thought he was crazy wage...ring the kind of money he does but he always seemed to win though, or at least minimize his loses.My darling wife retorted with, "I'll bet that State wins this going away." You're on," was Roger's reply.I leaned over to Jill and asked, "What's the wager? Remember honey, Roger is a high roller with lots of bucks to back it up."Jill brushed it off. On his view screen he saw the dense jungle around the house. There, a Pandora Swan attacking a flock of Gladiator Eagles. The silvery Pandora Swan attacked the much larger eagles with his razor sharp lower wings and cut one of the Eagles in mid-flight to pieces, while it evaded the barrage of arrow feathers the Eagles shot at it. The swan punctured a second with its long needle sharp beak. It was a spectacular display of raw nature. It did not matter what his parents thought, he was a. So, I decided to sleep with them one day.My aunt was sleeping in the middle, my cousin on the right and me on the left. I acted like I went to deep sleep as soon as we slept. Once I knew that my aunt had slept, I started to caress my married aunt’s boobs and ass over the dress.I was doing these things slowly so that my aunt would not wake up. To be frank, I was afraid that if she gets to know about this and told my parents, they would kill me.Back to the story, I continued caressing her body. This was something she often did to me but never before had I seen her do it to another man.By now her dancing was more abandoned and as she swirled her body, her skirt kept flaring to show her bare thighs. 'Drop the skirt as well please' I asked her and she reached behind and unfastened the skirt, stepping out of it. I helped her to step clear so she would not trip and I sat down again and watched as she danced, turning to show her bare buttocks clenching as she danced, her long brown legs.