She was fine.We stopped talking and went to kitchen.Lucy: done sleeping?Lana: yeah. I’ll watch TV for some time and eat. I’ll not get sleep now. I...’ll do something and sleep.Lucy: bujji what about you?Me: I’ll sleep miss. I’m tired too.Lucy: then go and get bed, mat and pillows. I arranged my bed near the sofa facing TV. Lucy waved us good night and left. Lucy behaved as nothing happened before Lana. I arranged my bed and slept. Lana was watching TV after 15 to 20 minutes Lana kicked on my ass. Andre sure knew how to flirt and he recognized the willingness of my wife and I to include him in a night of passion. I suggested we take our drinks into our bedroom and to get comfortable. My wife led the way by changing into a see-through lingerie with open-crotch panties. Both Andre and I stripped to our shorts and quickly took those off as well while my wife strategically bent over for us to see her succulent and wet pussy through the opening of the crotchless panties. My wife and I were. It was pretty much like he was a toy, but he didn’t mind being treated like one at all. No, certainly not, he loved it, and he wanted nothing more right now than to be Aron’s personal cock sleeve.Plus, he could watch everything in the mirror, marveling at how Aron’s cock was going in and out, fucking, yeah definitely that was the word, fucking his brains out, while sweat was flowing between them, making their bodies sleek.He inhaled Aron’s manly scent. Was it possible to take things like that. I sometimes doubted that it was honest but it was always genuine.“Oh my God! Where the fuck have you been!” Cleo, that was name of the jewelry store redhead. Jesus christ was she well built. 5’8’’, curly vivid red hair, long legs and torso, a flat tummy and big tits. Just the hint of freckles and a wide worried frown.“I, uh, I, Hi!”“Hi,” She had stormed into the hallway and smacked him, “You’ve missed everything. Why don’t we have each other on facebook?”“Uh, I got your texts,” He scratched his.