With my legs outstretched and my back pressed against the seat, I gently sat on her face.Her T-shirt was still pulled up so I tugged her loosened bra ...out of the way to grab a handful of her magnificent tits. As I played with her massive boobs, Lena expertly wriggled her tongue over my throbbing clit and around my sensitive open arsehole. "Oh honey, that's just wonderful, just... divine." I half closed my eyes and concentrated on the heavenly sensations flooding through my crotch. I caught some. ‘Is it so excitingly different from a vaginal embrace? Was my mouth so moist and capacious compared to the tight dry anal aperture that still awaits your pleasure? I know you want it, sir. I know you need it – the velvet pressing of the sensitivity of your need. ‘Oh god, yes’ ‘I can imagine that lusty ache giving way to the ecstasy of release.’ ‘So close!’ ‘Think of my mouth, sir, my cunt, my tight arsehole – all here for you to use – so tight, so reluctant and so yours…think of the sheer. After these instances, I noticed some changes in her, especially when she comes out to clean the front veranda space. She was being very careless and was giving me a good view of her cleavage. This gave me the confidence that my neighbour aunty had definitely noticed me staring at her and she was not trying to hide it anymore.With all these hints, I finally gathered some courage. One day, I was watching TV at her home. My neighbour aunty was dressed in a beautiful red saree with a matching. Brian was getting restless, as much as he loved his dad and missed him not being around much since their move it seemed more like Tony and Dave were his sons and he was the house guest. “Mum, can we go back upstairs now and play more games?”.Debbie was unsure how to answer her son, if she agreed would it anger Dave and Tony, if she said no, would they stay all evening tormenting her and taking the piss out of her husband. For once they came to her rescue, before she could answer Dave said..