“I think it’s going to rain”, she said, moving away from him and looking up at the sky. “Fuck, probably, who cares”, he said, pulling h...er face to his and groping her backside. She felt his hand moving up her dress, over her legs, knees and thighs. He ran his fingers up and down the side of her underwear and made her ache for his touch. She kissed him eagerly and moved closer to him, no longer caring that somebody might walk past and see them. He put his fingers into her and felt her. She had a good heavy breast and a big butts having good flesh packed at her body so she looks so attractive that no man leave her unattended. She was having some property and was having no problem in getting income to run her life as she was blessed with good wealth that give regular returns to her. She was wearing not very attractive dress, usually salwar kameez or saree but inside home she was in her nighties, naturally she never needed any make up as she was stunning beauty. One morning as. I carried Helen's bags up to the guest room, and as I did, I heard them talking. "Okay Lore...level with me...I know you and Trev aren't blood...are you doing him?", she asked. Before my aunt could reply, Helen said, "if that young stud lived in MY house, I'd be riding him every chance I got." They both laughed, and my aunt said, "he is hot...and very caring. I know the things which turn him on." Helen then said, "I wouldn't mind trying my luck at that, Lore." To my absolute shock, my aunt. Muriel wrapped her arms around Laine’s legs, forcefully keeping them spread, catching every drop of cum, licking her pussy and thighs. I came when Laine did, cum shooting from my head, over the railing and onto the dark pavement below. I slumped back into my chair, my spent cock hanging between my legs, the last bits of cum dripping from the swollen head. Laine got up and kissed Muriel passionately, her hand finding my wife’s pussy. She slid a finger inside and brought it to her mouth when.