Well, maybe he could… When they got home, he refused to ask, pretending he hadn’t noticed anything. She tried not to fall for it, but he had her. ...‘Aren’t you wondering what’s up?’ ‘Oh, is something up?’ He tried to keep a straight face, but she was so eager, and so cute when she was eager, he couldn’t hold it, and he burst out laughing. ‘OK, I give, I’ve been wondering – what’s up?’ She turned her back to him, pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees, bent over, and pulled her cheeks. I smiled and he began to kiss the side of my neck and upwards towards the lobe of my ear. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I giggled and gingerly moved my hand down to touch it through his jeans. It felt so hard. Looking up I realised with mild embarrassment that half the people in the room were watching us. Niece sniggered and made a vulgar fucking gesture with her fingers. *Piss off!* I mouthed. Byron grinned and led me by the hand out of the sitting room and up the stairs.. I look around and see that I am in someones home, dark and decadent with luscious velvet drapes leading down their hallways. I wander in the darkness towards the lit room up ahead, and instantly gasp as the hall opens up into a very large and spacious kitchen. But that isn't what has me gasping. It is the two people in the kitchen that has my mouth agape and pussy throbbing instantly. A man with dark lush locks has a woman of tan skin and red hair pressed onto the counter, her limbs wrapped. I was pressing her boobs hard now. I stood up, closed the door of the room, took my shirt off and started taking her kameez off as well. She willingly co-operated and I was licking her neck hungrily. She held my head and was moaning loud.I took her bra off and sucking, kissing, biting her boobs. She was trying to take my shorts off and wanted to hold my dick. I opened the knot of her salwar and made her nude. Kissing her wildly still. She took off my shorts and underwear in one go and held on.